The edge of the fading photograph

Behind the mist, a secret stays,

A world once bright, now lost in grays.

A radiant grin now faintly cast,

Shadows of joy that couldn’t last.

Fingers linger where shadows play,

Tracing the years that slipped away.

Eyes stare back through a fragile glass,

Echoes of laughter from the past.

Though colors fade, the heart still knows,

The love that lingers, the bond that grows.

A fragment of time, though torn and gray,

Holds forever in its fraying sway.

The edge of the fading photograph| parvathi ks