Photographs. Memories.
The good times; the bad times.
We realise how much we change,
Over time.
How Our Earth rotates in a different direction.
The colours augment
Into a zest of life
Bursting at the surfaces,
Pixels at the optimum.
A picture of an old friend,
And old flame. Extinguished
In the Wind's gentle breeze
And the music of the colours
Sooths and sensate the eyes
Merging into one, as the
Teardrops form, and fall from
The powerful eye.
And the distant memories fade
Into a dark world of sepia
And the sights, so sweet,
Expire, as the thoughts
Recede, to the file of
Darkness.
But the colours still remain,
Hinged to my mind,
Floating, belonging,
Fading fast, soon
Gone.














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Tranquility interrupted by a jealous mind, life overcome by the grief of the ending, celebratory drinks for a lost occasion, a mind full of black, the tainted, dirty white.
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