A picture is worth a thousand words: Ride that ends with an empty hope

A picture is worth a thousand words.

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The saying a picture worth a thousand words has lasted for thousands of years as important and use the phrase is.

This phrase is always of the message or meant to pass the meaning in a simple and straight meaning that picture can stand as a watch dog covey extensive meaning in a large amount than words.

However, pictures do not have a particular meaning because it is a subjective opinion from the mind which is open for everyone's interpretation but according to the text than what words can convey to the mind.

Pictures are more quickly elaborate, easy for people to reach out to, a good example, perhaps instance here is willed be the scenery, when we look at humans from their capacity of understanding.

This has been proportioned that human understands learning process in a pictorial description than words.

Because we will realize that not all humans or everyone can read, and even those who can read still do better by pictures.

That's to say that no matter the level of illiteracy that hangs the society, both the developed and the developing once.

That people understand more even in classroom settings than words, so the potential ability to enjoy and understand the meaning of a text in picture is louder than words.

But if you have a picture of a father, Mother, children smiling at each other, hogging each other, they are better to quickly grape, so in this way I am summiting that picture is better than words.

Description

I see the sky and harsh snow, mixing with the dust of the earth.
I see flames like the anger of a stronger force, taking over the earth, Which seems to me like an earth, quake.

Furthermore, I see in the picture an ending moment to something, that comes with strong destruction.

I also see water, mist up with the pulling and tiring the earth apart, either as a result of unknown.

I see unknown aware destruction, this part came into the picture as a creature, either a man or a woman but in human form, setting, ridding a bicycle, and going about for his business. And suddenly or in between his way the earth begins to collapse. I see fallen creatures like birds losing their wings, and falling into the mysterious reaction taken place.

Poetry

He step on the mission
A Norman journey of life
That took a smooth moment
From the heart.
The cloud and the sky in a clash
Meet each other in odds,
The sun took face into the hills
Beyond the reach of his sight.

Then his willpower to reach the impossible mission
Storms with doubt, hanging on the throat of his fated journey,
And then e ridding cycle willpower begins to unfold again his soul.

A mixture of war, against the unpredicted frowning face of the wind, now cut in-between the journey.
With a war tone that cut the divided aspiration with a heed of divided earth, like the force of rock falling into the ocean.

And his soul quenched the taste for life as the earth cracked beyond a ride on the cycle.
Then the earth begins to tire apart
As this grieving rock stones evaporates, as snow that is full of mystery, which seems like a Cold ocean,
eaten up the rock stone from it tap root, to sinking sand.

And all the living creatures on the earth equip with fear, and breathe their lives into the hopelessly deep of the creak rocky earth, for refugees, chipping in a fated sound to each other: the last breath of words. As they are falling deep in their motions into the creak rocky deep, that evaporates like ocean with flame.

Then his eyes' blinked with a breath of sorrow,
fated for another moment, in deep thoughts about ;
About internal uncertainty, that would become the journey, the last cup to be drink up in breathe
Then all his hopes grew into the last time, searching for internal soul, with his hands spread out like the Antrim mangoes tree, hoping his soul would be safe.

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