Your photograph is now so faded.
Can't restore the colors to bold.
Maybe its better to remember you
in soft sepia tones of old.
Is your hair now dark? Gray?
Reddish? Bleached blonde? Gold?
It’s better to remember you
in soft sepia tones of old.
We were once so deeply in love,
But then your smile turned cold.
Much better to remember you
in soft sepia tones of old.
Don't know how or why I lost you.
Were dreams lost or cheaply sold?
So much easier to remember you
in soft sepia tones of old.
Swore you would always love me.
..forever and ever.. I was told.
Who was that girl in frayed photos
in soft sepia tones of old?
Love the sentiments in this Zen, at least you still have the photographs and the memories. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'soft sepia tones of old' - well said - poetically - the sepia is so mysterious creature and talking about its tones - the imagination is free...