Photograph
Photograph
A series of emotion a photograph carries,
A memory of many events,
Lying trapped in an album,
Untold stories remain a mystery.
Never thought pictures can break us,
Never imagined all will be left would be just images,
No matter how much I cry seeing them,
They never change nor does the time.
Passed down from generations to generations,
They just get old,
Some miss them for a day,
And forget them once it gets folded
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Never knew snapshots had so much power to make people cry,
Or maybe the image of the person it does,
Photographs hold a value,
For the treasured memories in us.
They say to capture the happy times,
Forget the sad ones,
Who knows what the time will bring?
Time decides whether a photograph is a happy or sad one.