Its fading colors

aging with time.

Swirled smudges

screaming to the ancient appendages

who join the orbs in straining

to see what they used to be.


It holds but a moment

one simple memory

and yet, so much more.

Sepia and white, and illusion of peace

in a world that was once chaos.


Wrapped in picturesque arms,

one single second

that lasts a lifetime.


The End

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