Do you remember
All those crazy times?
All the crazy things
That we did with crazy minds?
Do you remember
How crazy I used to be?
How crazy you would make me?
Oh those crazy days
Do you remember
How I used to laugh?
Now all that’s left
Is a photograph
Do you remember
How my eyes lit up
Whenever I saw you?
How my smile widened
Whenever I spoke to you?
Do you remember
How we lay side by side
Gave names to clouds
And watched them float away?
Do you remember
How you used to laugh?
Now all that’s left
Is a photograph
Do you remember
The day when we first met?
The first words we spoke?
The first fight we had?
Do you remember
The last time we met?
The last chat we had?
The last time we loved?
Do you remember
How we used to laugh?
Now all that’s left
Is a photograph
Frank Solanki 
Life is just a matter of a photograph.. Beautifully written..
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Really lovely… Their is beauty in pain when such words like this are so wonderful crafted 😊🌹
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There* 🙃
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
A Walk Down Memory Lane!
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👌Beautiful
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Thank you.
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Really liked this one. Love the message and the rhyming.
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This is a beautiful piece… photographs do leave so much memories but we cherish them none the less.
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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Sad.
But, hey, it’s just life as it happens.
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