Whispers in the Frame
Faded like the memories we hold,
This snapshot whispers secrets untold.
A moment paused, a life lived slow,
In sepia tones, where love and time collide.
The faces blur, but eyes remain,
Windows to souls, where love and pain sustain.
The world outside these frames has changed,
Yet in this freeze, emotions still range.
I run my fingers over cracks and time,
Feeling the weight of love left behind.
The laughter echoes, the smiles are real,
A fragment of a story, a piece that’s concealed.
In this small space, a world unfolds,
A story of love, of moments bold.
The picture’s worn, but the heart stays true,
A testament to memories we hold anew.
The frame is old, the glass is thin,
But in this snapshot, love and joy spin.
The photographer’s art, a moment’s truth,
A glimpse of life, in all its youth.
The smiles are frozen, the laughter’s hushed,
Yet in their eyes, a story’s rushed.
The world may fade, the colors may bleed,
But in this picture, love will forever proceed.
I wonder who they were, what they’d say,
If they could see this faded frame today.
Would they remember the moment’s spark?
Or the laughter that left its mark?
The picture’s creased, the edges worn,
But in its silence, a story’s born.
A story of love, of joy and tears,
A moment captured, through all the years.
Maybe someday, I’ll find my place,
In the frames of time, in this endless space.
And maybe then, someone will look and see,
The love and laughter, that’s meant to be.
©oriole_b
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