The Journey

By Mary-Ann

Wed, 20 Sep 2017
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In the smallest gesture
lies the memories
Written on the contours of the heart
Through time embedded on the soul
A point from which we all start
Without it nothing can be regarded as a whole
Still in unguarded moments
Like a kiss through the lens
Are those beautiful moments we stole

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

stolent moments can be sweet. 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

A snapshot. Makes me think of the old instamatic and those few photos, such treasured memories. What a lovely little poem Mary-Ann, so sweet and sensitive.

Keep well!

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Yes those precious moments captured forever. These days we sit with literely hundreds of fotos every day and they are not nearly so precious no matter how expensive the camera and how skilled the photographer.

Nolan &&

 

Submitted by Mary-Ann on

 

M Storm

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Isn't it amazing how unique a gesture can be? It's like fingerprint.

 

 

Submitted by Mary-Ann on

It definitely is and thank you.

M Storm