There's a story conveyed,
etched in the picture frame,
where souls created memories,
in the snapshots of moments.
Listen closely, assessing the image,
look beyond the colorful displays,
each smile, gestures that's made,
weaves tales, even in the stillness.
Somewhere we see nervous gaze,
others mischievous, ready to break,
yet the thoughtful acts of elders,
organize them all in single place.
The forest sings, sun does blaze,
lakes shimmers, in morning haze,
crowds frozen, filling backgrounds,
as the photo presents a lively stage.
Still, her eyes catches our attentions,
pulling us near, with an invisible force,
encouraging us to accompany her,
and enjoy this adventure together.
So, there's a story conveyed,
the whispers reach, our mental space,
and heart is escorted to their journey,
through the portals, of picture frame!
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