620 – Kodachrome

Small time capsule,
Held between my fingers.

Memories frozen,
On a fragile piece of paper.

Youthful smiles,
Fading into time.

Distant places,
And half-forgotten faces.

I shed a tear,
For what once was.

I smile,
To what now is.

And dream,
Of what will be.

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