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A Thousand Pictures, Three Remain

A thousand pictures, scattered wide,
Moments frozen, side by side.
Laughter, sunsets, faces bright,
Fleeting echoes caught in light.

Yet in the haze of time's embrace,`
Only three still hold their place.
One of love, so pure, so true,
One of loss a tear in blue.
One of hope — a flame so small,
Yet the dearest one of all.




Yes, you have guessed right; I was not having a perfect moment then I discovered these pictures in my Blogger picture drive; fresh air from the past.  I will sleep with a smile tonight.

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