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What if life...
Were a film. What if, the film of life, Runtime; Unknown... Flashed it's pictures, Grey, musty Vibrant, clean Light and dark. With scenes of drama, Of happiness, and frivolity, Of depressions come and gone, All of the spectum; At ininfite frames per second? Where all could be slowed, To such a degree, Where the simple; The spontaneous acts of love, The sudden glimpses of moon, The longing gaze of stars, The crushing fears of night, The aching memories, The stab of hate and of envy, Even the seemingly expendable... ...could be stretched. Stretched out so far, That they spanned eternity itself. They *were* your life. The smallest instant, Now lasting... Not a few seconds more, Not a few minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, years or decades. But forever. A snapshot, Moving onwards, evermore.
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This is what you would think about if you see an old photograph..You'd wonder what their life was like, what they were thinking when that snapshot was taken.
Nice reflective poem there Fkeu.
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Always listening to The Orb: O.O.B.E... ![]() My fanfic "The man who learns only what others know is as ignorant as if he learns nothing. The treasures of knowledge are the most rare, and guarded most harshly." -Chronicle of the First Age "Try to see the forest through her eyes." Réalisant mon espoir, Je me lance vers la gloire. Je ne regrette rien. (Making my hope come true, I hurl myself toward glory. I regret nothing.) |
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This poem I really, really, really like - and like Pa'li said, it's like an old photograph.
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