Digital Cameras That Support Remote Capture

night has come
biting silence and the moon appears in the Hills
a forget-me soul of longing.
rave her singing crickets that blot out the thought, while walking
wordless
unraveling the fringes of the past.
and loneliness led the way, nothing expresses the
hope without platforms and trains are on their way to infinity
and dies in the mist love aquelllos
days.
incoherent and thick as snakes hide in
themselves and their halos drain tears of blood. OH