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Bella Morte
2003-04-07 22:10:26 (UTC)

year book 1931

inhaling each word
tasting the age and its charm
the classic grace and savant nature
of 72 years past;
they smiled...
and i read,
72 years later;
skimming their lives, memories

they beam at me from an
unnattainable era of innocence,
golden as an autumn sunset.
i weep for my generation
and they observe silent lessons
through black and white photographs...
i weep for my own ignorance
and these soft and mellow creatures,
suspended in time, smile.

never wilting, never fading....
if only i could step into its pages
preserved in their intricate beauty
reduced its soft glow,
they smile...


-ophelia




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