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The Portrait

Happiness just knocked on the door I didn't ask, but the gentle lips And heart were aching for a while The lamp in the empty room Gradually lost its coldness Leaving a beam of light For memories of us Holding each other tightly In the canvass of love picture.

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Karen Jones

Date: 10/23/2024 1:33:00 AM

Aw sweet!

Hugo Sarvida Jr.
Date: 10/23/2024 2:18:00 AM

Memories is sweet when it is in portrait. Old picture on the wall, or a recuerdo of old photos in an album or old love letters or postcards will do are part of one's life, whether past or present. It's sweet memory recall they said. Thank you, Karen for the comment. It's really heart-warming!