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Wedding Photos

 

I remember
when we were young
the feel of her hand in mine
was heaven
being with her was
all I wanted
we were so naive
not knowing what
we were doing
yet somehow not afraid
so much in love
so much to learn
it lasted longer
than we ever expected
now we understand
look at the photos
old black and whites
can you see a faint resemblance?
yes, that was us.
 
 
 

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keith jeffries

Sat 27th Nov 2021 13:49

A good poem which highlights the passage of time as can be seen only in photographs that capture a certain moment, never to be erased.
Thank you for this.
Keith

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 27th Nov 2021 12:47

There is poignancy that both the originals and the photographic
images tend to develop those tell-tale wrinkles over time. ?

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