It all started with images in the “review”

floating slowly in the night of missing words.

Twenty five fishes struggling in

a broken net, looking for nothing but survival.

The starry skyline shining in the horizon

at her, at him, at their blue love and hatred.

The girl in red kissing the hummingbird,

both in a cage; both inside the wooden frame.

The three angels, hand in hand,

in pride , they break through the soldiers’ parade.

Still no words. Still no hope.

Not tonight.

S