Is the portal to times begone,
Untold tales and lovely moments spun.
In frames they're captured, for life they're kept,
Breaths of belonging in memories swept.
Dust and faded hues, mistakes and change,
Fragments of self, in perfect range.
Yesterday's memories, smiles on lips,
Tomorrow's memories, in today's grips.
Embrace yesterday, tomorrow's chance,
Live in the present, in life's dance.
With each breath, enjoy the now,
Tomorrow's backpacked, in paths we plough.
In the musings of the past, we find,
The essence of life, in every line.
Old photographs, windows to our soul,
In each snapshot, our stories unfold.
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