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Old Photographs

The sky opens
upon a thousand photographs
a tiny river of time, dusty
spreading into an ocean of existence.
Reflected in the river
in its sparkle
a patchwork of moments
stretched out like a rainbow
but ruined, by the rippling water.

A boy watches
in grief
as two wilting roses
flow down the river.
Into dusk.
And he is powerless to prevent it.