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It was just an old eye,
That captured memories.
That made one smile and cry;
A camera, filled with treasuries.
From cradle, school, farewell
To confessions, relations, vacations as well.
The eye saw it all, grew old on my palm,
Untill it was kaput with poor output.
It was a piece of art that fell apart,
But it will always be a part of my heart.
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||Versification prompt 4 - Kabut||
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Poetry•Ongoing✒ #1 inspirationalpoems- 08/08/2021 ~I'm glad you are here to check out my work, small things make a difference . ••••• NOTE: This is completely my work, I would be glad for having it dedicated but please don't copy. It takes sheer...
