Monday, 31 October 2011

Bad Photographs Hold

The silence was deafening
As my heart soared,
On the wing of a startled pheasant;
A day so brisk, ground well sodden,
But nothing less than
More than pleasant;
Forever on paper in black and white,
But the colours were so breathtaking:
A perfect silence, a face so bright,
A memory in the making.

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