02/22/2026
📸 Photo Poetry
A photograph
is a heartbeat
that learned how to stay.
Light bends,
time pauses,
and memory finds a body
made of paper and pixels.
A smile caught mid-laugh
never grows older—
it waits
like a door slightly open
to yesterday.
Shadows whisper stories
the eye almost missed,
while colors hold the warmth
of hands once held.
Click—
and the moment says,
“I was here.”
And in the quiet glow
of a captured frame,
we remember
who we were
when the light
chose us. đź“·
