Poem 2.2.19

in poem •  6 years ago 

Here is a fond memory. Red light, dark room.
A strip of film, exposed on Ilford paper.
A minute in developer, and then, an image slowly starts to form. As if by magic, a photograph appears right before your eyes.

Haik Kocharian

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6 years ago by

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