The Speaking Pictures

Shadows peeped from my desk

Smiles came out from the dark

The stray dogs of my mind barked

Floral whorls were about to sleep

Ears heard a silently curious creak

Eyes gained night vision powers

Those were the Friday late hours

The empty bottles made me smile

Sleepy stare and mind said cheers

An album laid next to the last bottle

How I used to look at those pictures

Pictures were looking at me this time

©4yearoldadult

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