Pixilated Memories - Poem by Wendelin Weird
It was taken not long ago
Yet it feels like ages have pasted
A million little pixels
All arranged in perfect harmony
Forming more than just a photo;
They create memories yet,
At a glance; you may not see the full meaning
Yet if you take a second you will notice
The Washington Monument;
Its tip brushing against the stom clouds
And the cherry trees along the bank of a river,
In full bloom
Under the trees a river lays,
To the left the light of the setting sun
reflects off the water
(I took this photo
during the D.C. trip.
I am behind the camera, I prefer it that way.
Yet if you truly look at a picture I take;
you can always find a part of me.
I may not appear in the way
however if you know were to look
you just might find me.)
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