A window into time, sepia-stained,
Where shutters blinked at horse and rain.
Outside the boulangerie, calm and wide,
A woman stood, not posed, but pride.
The clatter of wheels, the rustle of bread,
Stories unsaid in the hats they shed.
No filters, flash, or digital frame,
Just quiet lives, and louder names.
Simi
Framed through the lens of Arca
With smile on her face though not very evident, she walked through the streets perplexed at her destiny..!
Her life was written in black and white, nevertheless she bestows hopes and colours to many..!! “
Simi
Memories i made, i hung them to be dried..
Mountains and sea, deserts too i tried.
Each one was precious, each one unique,
And as time passed, like me, they became antique.”
Simi
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