Photographic Vision

Photographic Vision short poem

Its different how the sky is blue,
the layman never had a clue.
How beautifully the flowers bloom,
and the bright setting sun calls for the day’s doom.
Little children, smiles innocent,
who knew what actually they meant..
Until one day when they beheld through his eyes,
only to know that within nature true beauty lies.
Through his lens his vision speak,
that true beauty only the special can seek.

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Your lens and vision is beautiful, too!

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