Amidst the hues of amber and brown, a story unfolds, silent yet profound,
A cascade of emotions, like colors blend,
A moment captured, where beginnings and endings mend.

The rustle of papers clutched so tight,
Echoes the turmoil, in day and night.
Each strand of hair, a testament to the fight,
Of inner battles, veiled from sight.

Silent watchers on the wall,
Seeing youth, love, the rise and fall.
Quietly observing life’s grand dance,
Moments of fate, luck, and chance.

Giggles of babies, first steps taken,
Pictures of love, hearts unshaken.
Weddings, travels, and soft sunrises,
Witness to life’s many surprises.

Through their gaze, we understand,
The fleeting nature of life’s shifting sand.
For photographs witness, without a word,
The melodies of life, every note heard.

In photographs, time’s gentle grip,
Holding close, letting memories slip.
Frozen instants, locked in place,
Every emotion, every face.

Wrinkles, dimples, scars, and lines,
Every story, the heart defines.
In the stillness, whispers loud,
Of moments cherished, feelings proud.

The world moves fast, days fly by,
But pictures pause, never shy.
In their embrace, time’s hold is kind,
Preserving moments, for us to find.

Photographs don’t lie. They show us reality, unedited and raw.
Through the lens, truths unfold, stories raw, emotions bold.
Photographs bear witness to our lives. They’ve seen our triumphs, our lows, and everything in between.
Memories in frames, frozen moments in time, captured and held within a frame.
Shadows of yesterday, gateways to bygone days, represented through the imagery of photos.

Photographs act as bridges, linking generations together.
Seeing an image gives poets a wealth of emotions and experiences to draw from.
Combining visuals and words creates a unique expression that words alone can’t capture.
For in each frame, yesterday lives, the gift that photography gives.

© bearwolf101