How I wish life was a photograph,
capturing moments of suspended time.
Faces forever fixed in a full laugh,
no diminishment of age from our prime.
We wouldn't have to make any mistakes
living in a defined world of colour.
We wouldn't have to feel pain when death takes.
Then again, photographs can fade ever duller.
There is no room for progression when fixed
in a moment of memories affection.
Cold and distant, with our sentiments mixed,
devoid of feeling in recollection.
Photographs are but cheap imitation,
what they represent has limitations.
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