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Echoes of Yesterday
In dusty albums, corners fade,
Where laughter lingers, memories wade.
A sepia hue, the years entwine,
Time travelers through a frame divine.
Mother smiles in a sunlit glow,
Holding my hand, long ago.
Each captured glance, a whispered tale,
In the silence, the heart's ship sails.
The fabric of moments stitched with care,
Frozen whispers through the fragile air.
Fleeting faces, familiar grace,
In every photo, a warm embrace.
As shadows lengthen, and daylight wanes,
We ride the waves of joy and pains.
In old photographs, life’s story flows,
A treasure trove where the heart still knows.
Silent Echoes
In faded frames, our laughter glows,
A tender whisper through the years,
Each eye a mirror, softly shows,
The love, the joy, the woven tears.
Moments held in sepia's grasp,
Silent echoes of loving gazes,
Fingers trace the memories clasped,
In time's embrace, our heart still phazes.
With every glance, a story weaves,
Of warmth that lingers, ever near,
Through old photos, a soul believes,
In echoes sweet, your heart I hear.
Sepia Whispers
In corners dusted with the years,
Where time's embrace holds laughter tight,
Old photos speak in silent tears,
Of radiant days, lost to the night.
Mother’s eyes, like stars alight,
Twinkle soft in sepia hues,
Each captured glance, a fleeting bite,
Of moments wrapped in golden blues.
Their laughter echoes through the frame,
In every smile, a tale unfolds,
A timeless dance, a whispered name,
Of cherished dreams and tender holds.
Though shadows lengthen, memories spin,
In faded colors, love remains,
With every glance, we breathe them in,
Those sepia moments, our heart's refrains.
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