Through The Lens Of Time

In the quiet frame, a story unfolds, An eye that watches as the past holds. Shadows dance on the edges of sight, A world within, bathed in soft light. Memories linger, behind the glass, Moments of joy, too fleeting to last. The camera blinks, a heartbeat away, Capturing whispers that time cannot sway. Gaze deep into the echoes of yore, Where truth and mystery endlessly soar. In the silent stare, the future hides, Waiting for the lens to take its side.