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Ocular Photoalbum (Free verse) by DreamerSupreme

Tear filled eyes stare silently, in pain, at a faded photo: Memory spills a river of ashes. The last remainder of the man. He once lived to stand still and smile... No smile existed when the eyes snapped the image of a frail shriveled corpse they once called Papa.. -

thepinkbunnyofdoom 6-Jul-03/8:36 PM
I like the way you gently tap on the emotional heart string here. Very nice poem. -8-




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