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My thoughts come together while viewing the purple sky.
Gusts of wind rattle the cold windows I pass by.
Lights bleed through the trees from far over yonder
Cant help but explore the streets that leave me to wander.
The full moon follows me.
It glances by my window.
It awakens my room from the fragile
darkness, and helps me discover
the mysteries of every hidden corner
that surrounds me.
Why do the most tragic things
happen to
the best and most unlikely people?
Is it simply because they are
too precious for this earth?
Or is it simply due to the inevitable
death we are forced to carry with us.
The old black and white photo was taken
the day my life had changed forever.
It was a humid morning in July.
My hair had sprung into tight silky curls.
I was standing in the sun. Hands on hips, with a self possessed grin.
I was confident. Forward. Naive, and full of potential to be anything I wanted to be.
A boy of such wonder,
you've ripped me from my dreams
my chest, it feels of thunder
with a hint of lightning beams.
Your image appears so strong,
Though I wish there was more to see
you are the tune to my favourite song
you leave me wild, young and free.
You can either take a photo or shoot a video.
A Photo reminds you of the past and makes you wish time had stayed frozen. A Video lets you relive a moment, fulfilling your need to stay young and to be lost in an endless loop of memories.
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