Sometimes I am you
But I don't move as you do.
Sometimes I am the beauty of nature,
Maybe the seaside or
A forest of emerald green.
I hold what is past,
Never the future.
I can make you smile
I can make you cry
I can make you laugh
Or wonder why?
I remind you of things you have done
I can remind you of the good times and fun
I live in the loft, attic or under the stairs
Or sometimes just hang about within the house
Sometimes I reside in a bag or a purse.
Occasionally in a locket or wallet.
What am I?
Photograph.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful Riddle..................I liked it....10+