Shoulder to
shoulder,
Breathing in time
Two boys watch a
painting,
That struggles to
rhyme
One thinks of
darkness,
The never-ending
night
Wrapped up in his
blankets,
Or wrapped up in
fright?
The other thinks of
sunlight,
Streaming through his window
Silently each morning,
Entering on tip-toe
Written as an interpretation of this photo by Timothy Robinson. Check out the real story by clicking on the photo!
Silently each morning,
Entering on tip-toe
Written as an interpretation of this photo by Timothy Robinson. Check out the real story by clicking on the photo!
