Weathered Friends

they stand,
with weathered frames,
of windswept days
and sunlit dreams
watching faces
come and go
filling souls
with beauty
and joy
one moment
one flash
and then
it is gone
but frozen
in minds
etched
across time
forgottten by some
immortalized by others
reflected through
space of
motionless time
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