A fading red heart on a
Dusty cover page of an
Album bound with memories of
People holding hands, and of
Eyes perhaps happier than
Those staring at them, because
Sepia tones and tattered corners,
Black and white and worn out borders,
have eyes that smiled at each other, not
Those that smiled at cameras, for
Pictures cannot just wait to say,
How fast that ‘one day ‘ can drift away.
What a great and wonderful thought.
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Thank you!
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So evocative of the emotions stirred by looking at an old photograph. Well done!
many thanks for following my blog.
Best wishes, Pete.
(Just a thought. I would suggest that you remove your (very young) age from the profile. There are some strange people online)
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Thank you so much Pete! I appreciate your suggestion.
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How beautifully you capture many of the fleeting thoughts in a picture!
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Thank you Jaya
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Nicely done
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Thank you!
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Really like this, image and poem go so well together 👍
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Thank you Derek!
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