Poem -
RETAKES: POEM ONE
The Photographer's Lense
In fields of gold, we dance and play,
The photographer's lens captures the day.
Sunset hues, a painter's stroke,
As laughter and joy become bespoke.
With every click, a moment is seized,
In frames of memories, they're released.
The camera's eye, a silent friend,
Witness to tales that never end.
Through lens, we find a different sight,
A world of beauty, bathed in light.
Each shot a story, silently told,
In photoshoots, memories unfold.
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