
In sepia, black or white
The images of your smile
Seem impossible
To keep from the mind

The shadow of its passage
Seem to pause in between
The dimly lit shades
Of my way home

In sepia, black or white
When all the colors are nil
In sepia, black, or white (by Karlo Mikhail Mongaya; in emanilapoetry.com)
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