Frame after frame of black and white
People no longer have minds
they have cameras to capture moments
for they have no brains to hold the memories
people no longer have hearts
they have a blank white room
to capture black moments
Our lives painted out for us
But where is the color?
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Author:
Winter light (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
This is so good! Really enjoyed this!
Love it!
I am so amazed at parades with all of the camera shots. How bout simply enjoying the parade. Nicely done.
Well written and expressed Great write
Thanks everybody, I really apreciate these kind words!
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