Poetry · Writing

Camera

Rapid lens

capturing memories

watching her walk for the first time

watching her love for the first time

black and white

true color is in the eyes

real feelings are in the mind

real love is in the heart.

Tripod holding

button squeezing

the new memory like

a new-born baby.

Pages filled

weary and drained

the gallery of life

will never feel the same.

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