Double Exposure
I love all that is old and almost dead.
What is rusty, dusty and smells like the past.
What creaks, like if it was telling stories.
I love all that is black and white.
What is fresh and clean.
Silent.
Minimalistic, spacious.
I guess I am a double exposure
on someone's film.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2023
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