Recollections Tend to Breathe
Picture frames are alive.
They have heartbeats and seeing eyes.
They whisper memories into our ears,
Taking care that we don't forget past years.
Come, let us sit down in front of this one.
Do you remember that day of never-ending fun?
Let's drink in the good times
Like the sweetest of wines.
Daddy is smiling at me
In that frame from '03.
I grin back as the tears roll down my cheek.
With picture frames that are alive, the nostalgia will never grow weak.
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