Thursday, August 29, 2013

POETRY: 'Photo' by The Trinity

The past caught in a frame.
A moment frozen still,
never to be thawed
again.
One’s history in a square.
A monument that never
crumbles.
Former times dwelling
in the latter days.
A resurrection of memories
on what used to be.
A reminder of who once
was.
The one thing that can
make time stand still,
a necessity, since time
is what takes away the
dearly beloved. 

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