By Naisha Jain
stolen images captured on film
that transport me to another realm
moments of tears and moments of joy
almost like my heart’s ally
watching people jump and swing
connecting me to my past, a thin string
laughter fades and smiles are faint
in these images, my brain can paint
running along the beach and dancing by the shore
other memories long lost before
I feel myself in their presence again
In their aura, I feel akin
as the wind it rushes past my face
and their love, my heart’s embrace
these memories, they'll soon become dim
yet I stay in moments captured on film
By Naisha Jain
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