The old times

I once explored an abandoned house.
I never thought I would find my old pictures...
It was like looking through portal.
The pictures came to life.

They showed me the time I flew off of my sled.
And also, the time my brother and I broke my bed.
They showed me the feelings I had lost or froze.

They showed me your wedding, mom.
How the light glistened off of you sparkles.
The smile you had, that feeling of acceptance.

These pictures unfroze me, and showed me...
The old times, the good times, the best times.

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