If it could only open up
And unlock its story
Of what once lay beyond
.
Of the laughter, of the crying
Of the newborn, of the dying
.
Of the hardship that it shielded
In the black-shawl-black it yielded
.
If it could only open up
And unlock its story
Of what once lay beyond.

© Anni Kurmis, 2018
Little Birdy Photography