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Photograph

Curls neatly tied in a bun,
Colorful clips to match the dress,
A bit of make-up just for fun,
The smile feels like a warm caress.

Some jewels to complete the look,
Sitting with posture off the hook,
Ironed clothes for the occasion,
Looking at the camera as a priced possession,

Click click click you can hear,
The moment was captured forever,
Unfiltered the prints come off,
You re-live the moment now.

“What do you need this picture for?”,He asked,
“To frame on the wall”, she said,
He thought it was for a happy occasion,
She never told him the real reason.

A few months later a man came to the store,
Wanted a few copies of the picture from before,
He asked all copies to be framed,
The shopkeeper realised it was end game.

The pretty face knew death was near,
She dint hesitate but persisted,
Don’t live in someone’s shadow,
Who knows what will happen tomorrow?

He kept her photo framed in his store,
With the family’s permission he asked before,
He knew his death was near,
Her photo helped him persevere.

Author:

I always try to think out of the box. i love poetry and hope to contribute my best to the field :)

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