An Ode To A Photographer

An Ode To A Photographer ode

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A photograph is a whisper,
Of an untold story,
One that is deeper,
Than just an emotion.

It is a beautiful mirror,
Reflecting candid moments,
With a unique wistfulness,
That captivates your heart.

It is sometimes a lovely portrait,
Of someone who cares,
A memory that holds,
A moment dearer than life.

It is a living moment,
Of a graphic poem,
An emotional response,
Of something gone by.

It is a beauty of truth,
Captured by a beholder,
Showing a colorful soul,
Like a precious package.

They reveal memories,
Nestles in the hearts,
An imprint in the mind,
Through an eye that sees.

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Laya Sarath
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Lovely geeemmmmeee..

ammu sachariah
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excellent write.

Sahana
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Superb write up Mam, I too got inspired to write after reading your work, hats off!

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