Of those bright days that turned to beige
The visual impression of our elapsed days
The only remainder that stays
But photographs will let us remind
That our every journey has a keepsake
And even the time cannot alter or take
But every photographs will still concede
And forever will stay and insist
That every treasured moments exist
“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”
— Aaron Siskind
Good day everyone :) . I hope you like the poem I posted today :) . The photo above was taken a long time ago. A photo of us, my family, which I wish we stay as what the picture showed you. But I'm still hoping you know :) . That's it for today guys :) . Good day once again and God bless!
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Really beautiful poem
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