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The Fading Photograph
A faded photograph, worn and creased,
A moment captured, now forever ceased.
Your smiling face, a bittersweet refrain,
A love that's lost, a lingering pain.
I trace your features, etched in time,
And wish I could rewind, make you mine.
But time marches on, with relentless stride,
Leaving me with memories, where tears reside.
About the Creator
Francisca
Hi everyone my name is Francisca i am a writer and also I also love cooking.With a passion for exploring the complexities of life through fiction,I bring characters to life in a way that feels both relatable and profound.
Comments (1)
This is so beautifully sad