Looking at this photo, you're struck by the windowsill in front, with the country lane winding through the green outside and that low gray house on the right. The yellow flowers on the sill really highlight the contrast between the dark room and the bright landscape. It all feels like a scene from an old memory.
My mother’s voice,
a distant summons.
Blades of light
piercing the dark.
White coats,
deep pain.
Circles on water,
the same yet different.
Shiver on the skin.
Atoms of life
crystallized
in memory.
— For my mother
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