I look at every image of them Greatly, wonderfully, and profoundly Simply because I want to replenish myself With their great memories anytime... Only images can tell a lot of things About those who passed away A long, long time ago Without any chances to return... They just passed away quickly, but Their images are still a good reminder Of their situation... Images can profoundly tell about Things or about people, but In different shapes... We can store those good memories Either in our minds or In pretty images we only keep them In our pretty and wonderful albums anytime... ______________________________________________________________________
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