I found a photograph,
The dust scattered on it
I blew it,
Many faces were smiling,
Smiles were innocent and elegant.
I stare at myself.
An ache deep inside
Where did I lose this moment?
Where has that happiness gone?
Where am I today?
Removing the dust from tears,
A voice came from inside the heart,
“Time changes everything.”
I put the photograph in an old cupboard.
