FRAMES

I gathered many photos and I kept them in my old bag
I collected many images and I kept them in my mind
And after awhile
I searched and searched and I found my photos still alive
I picked up the best, and I put it in my lonely frame

I folded my bags
And I saw your smiling eyes
I got other two frames
I chose the best and I had it in the big frame
And I kept the small,

I waited for another best to come
But I never saw like your eyes again.

after awhile
my photo was put in the samll frame