Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
Image 1 of 1
The ribbons have faded into red shadows,
layered by seasons, untouched by hands.
No one remains to remember
what was asked for here,
only that something once mattered enough
to be tied, left, and forgotten.
The image records not belief,
but its afterimage.
The ribbons have faded into red shadows,
layered by seasons, untouched by hands.
No one remains to remember
what was asked for here,
only that something once mattered enough
to be tied, left, and forgotten.
The image records not belief,
but its afterimage.