Picturing memories in depths of a photographic screen, always
there in a remembering stance of the past, aging not taking
anything away from any of them.
Particular details bringing smiles to faces as memories come
to mind, all times had through the years having been saved
and stored away in hidden depths of a peaceful soul.
Never fading away for they're permanently etched within this
mere poet's photographic mind, hidden along with an innate
talent always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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