Fading Photographs
I’m tracing memories in fading photographs,
oblivious to the storms that sepia frames clasp,
questioning pixelated sparks, will ink ever release~
a timeless sunrise that no rain can erase?
Or am I just a silenced star, disguised as a poet,
weaving heart-shaped dreams with ethereal flames?
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