A faded photograph, once vibrant with captured memories, now bears the marks of time. The soft hues of nostalgia paint the worn edges, telling tales of moments that have slipped through the cracks of memory. Gazing upon the blurred faces frozen in forgotten moments, one can't help but feel a bittersweet pang of longing. Each crease and faded line holds stories untold, a testament to the fleeting nature of time and the impermanence of even the most cherished memories. The photograph becomes a cherished artifact, a doorway to the past, where forgotten moments come alive once more.
About the Creator
Mark
Just got back to writing, and we got another paper load of poems inspired by Japanese art. Hi, I am Mark and you can read all you want. FOR FREE! (Stripe isn't available on Philippines T^T, but you can still provide your support by Paypal!)
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