Same Picture Frame.
It is the break of another dawn.
A beautiful day has been born.
little light in my room is in sight.
In the ice blue lit morning sky.
As I waken up my ageing eyes.
I always ask the question why.
Can’t we freeze a place in time.
When everything feels so right.
The soft sound of the nature call.
I think what problems after all.
I drift off dreamily back to sleep.
While the world is still at peace.
When I slowly awaken up again.
Will I still see the picture frame.
When I look out my windowpane.
Or would the world of changed.
Tobani October (2024)