|Poetry By: Erick Flores|
Original Photography by: Mikael Svensson
What lies beyond the mountains?
Is it not cold, sheer loneliness?
That in a moment turns all
Into walking stones; bound.
As the sun sets beyond the horizon,
No one asks a word of them;
Those that stand forcibly hidden,
Alas, alone they stay without trace.
Barriers have always stood tall,
A void which is created grows,
Only to fall when those who stood,
Silent, march out with authority.