Posted in visual poetry

Journey Over Destination

Life moves forward, yet circles around,
In streets where history still makes a sound.
Each turn, each climb, a quiet decree
The journey itself is the place to be.

Simi

From Arca’s lens

Posted in vintage echoes

Boulangerie

A window into time, sepia-stained,
Where shutters blinked at horse and rain.
Outside the boulangerie, calm and wide,
A woman stood, not posed, but pride.

The clatter of wheels, the rustle of bread,
Stories unsaid in the hats they shed.
No filters, flash, or digital frame,
Just quiet lives, and louder names.

Simi

Framed through the lens of Arca