Memory of N73
The plastic shell, a weight within the hand,
A silver trim against the darker gray,
A relic now, across the digital sand,
Where faster streams have swept the past away.
The Carl Zeiss lens, a boast in yesterday,
Could capture moments, though they seem grainy,
A window small to worlds we'd then study.
©bfa040525
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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