To 2015 - 2016
Sunday afternoon and tuesday morning gloom

By Dale kerem

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    By Sneha Iyer, 12
Faceless figures stare back from the frame,
Pointing fickle fingers of Fate.
Judgmental though they are just the same,
And knowing they’re too late.
Because we are made up of flesh and fire,
While they are merely dots on cloths
Reaching out of the canvas to quell their desire,
While our flames attract them like moths.