Photographs

A portrait of time.
A frame without a lie.
The stills that tell a story.
A conversation more than worthy.
Tales of love and death.
Moments that make you hold your breath.
Passages into unknown and forgotten worlds.
Stories that have yet to be told.
Forces of unbridled gold.
Events captured at just the right angles.
Whose son is that sitting under the sun?
Whose photo albums bring out all the fun?
Do you still use that same old table?
The one that’s stained with all the fables.
Glimpses into memories that have no voice.
Times that only gave you one choice.
A scene seen from the eyes in a dream.

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Had I been a girl.