Invincible ...

We are like old photographs

Memoirs of pigments

That bleed deep within the veins

Of crushed pages

Bred in rooms of red and black

Tossed away

Or held close to chest pockets

We have survived thunders

Breathed through piercing eyes

And laughed through warm embraces

We are the permanence running underneath

Solid grounds

The green under droughts

Seeds of time growing out of scorching rays

And blending into mute thoughts

We are invincible.