Photographs preserve
Memories like flowers
Made of plastic bulbs
Narcissus wonders,
As he drowns, “Wherever is
That lovely tulip?”
On the open sea
All is vast and glee
For the people who are free
Photographs preserve
Memories like flowers
Made of plastic bulbs
Narcissus wonders,
As he drowns, “Wherever is
That lovely tulip?”
On the open sea
All is vast and glee
For the people who are free