I saw a photo on the floor, facing down
just flew out of the cabinet, I guess
so I picked it up and flipped it up
I saw your face when we were in high school
and reminds me of how life was beautiful.
The dust and stains in the photograph
counts how much time had passed by
so I blew it away to clear the way
to see it more clearly in my memory
dive my soul back to the history.
Every picture is a time machine
sends you at the back of your mind
old places, old faces, golden days
memories like hay stacked in all of us
sometimes comes as a sudden recalling blast.
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