Picture Cloud

Not all questions have an answer
Actions might not cure a cancer
Sometimes you listen, wait or leave
Nothing recovers through sad grieve
It is only unnecessary enhancer.

Through the broken glass comes the thief
The blue sky sometimes spreads relief
Some pictures are kept behind clouds
Guard your only heart from the crowds
A bad dream is better than a broken belief.

Memories meant for the black night
When thoughts receives a holy light.
Pierces like an unwanted rain
The good fades, only pain remains
The old pictures pop, if only we can rewrite.

Victor Oyedele

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