Thursday, March 13, 2008


Images are fresh with
Yellowed edges
And in the light
The photo glows
Just like gold.

The checkered background
Of that old studio
The uneven lamp light
Too black, too bright.
Almost rare
In pixeled cut-outs today.

In the inner vault
I would keep this safe
Along with other valuables

So often I would
seek it's company
Till the silver vapour escapes
With the glow in my eyes.

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