I refrain from framing windows.
No camera's veil graces me -
But frail memory alone doth serve
to keep the sights alive.
Pictures serve us well enough,
To prick our o'erfull memoty,
Ans spill out odours sweet, and sound -
The colour of the day.
But when we grow old, and
Technology or catastrophe
Have left us in their wake, memories
Alone are all we can keep.
And no snapshot can serve as jolt.
Reason for writing:
i am tired of pictures. Time colours memories so much better.
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