POEMS: "Time machine"...


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.


(Author unknown)




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