I know a place,
where we would last forever,
I know a place,
where we would stay stitched together.

Where memories are captured,
love is pictured,
our hearts are open,
and nothing lasts an instance.

I know a place,
where moments stay fresh,
and memories are not replaced,
but seen happening afresh,

Even on our gray days,
when our memories fade away,
We would go through our photographs,
and remember love, captured by cameras.


© herlefthandwrites