It was just a picture
Just a little capture of light
Still it was something amazing
A piece of something special
A little group of pixels
Giving me clues
Every time I look at that picture
Every single pixel corrodes into my mind
But every time it's different
Every second something changes
Now I think I have lost my picture
Although the pixels are still there
Pixels in the shape of you
Teasing me with silent messages
Delete is too strong a judgement
Forget it in to the dust of folders
Find it when you are ready
Perhaps you can hear new messages
Selite:
This is about three years old poem and it really made me think about something. I still have that picture which made me write this poem and it really tells me a totally different story than it used to do. :)
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