poetry my photography 👗

the camera was taken and almost said not when the owner
aim it today to a flower; there's no reason why he wants to say
do not because the photographer did not recognize the signal - nothing
reason to understand why photographers who have been diligent
took her hunting and always looked at her with that look of love
now his face was pale and cold, took off his memory, his lens and his filter
then next ... all I know is that I belong to a beautiful photographer who is graceful and dewy
secretly I aim myself every time she change dress