Day Twenty Six Poetry:
The Camera
Through your lens,the world fades to gray
focuses on the tiniest of details
the loose thread hanging from your jacket
the small chip of your tooth
from when you first fell off your bike
or expands to show the bigger picture
a family, brought together by sadness
the emptiness of a newly planted garden
but in either case, you make time
stand still if only for a moment
so that no one else will ever be able
to forget
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Very nice work.
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