Whereas papers yellow and turn brittle
The ink fades and the colors becomes muted
Crumbles when exposed to the elements

There is a place I know of
Where the images stay fresh
As vivid as when first captured

A sweet smile
A knowing glance
A staged pose
A fleeting moment
A breathtaking landscape
A portrait of life

I'll keep it there
With every breath
Up until the very last heartbeat


Whereas papers yellow and…

by soulhearts


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