I like taking photos but sometimes my efforts fall short.
Oh, hateful lens…
I stand in the garden,
Looking up at the vast grey sky,
Travelling to far off places
Slowly marching to the unknown.
A beautiful picture.
My mind sees life,
Summer evening air,
I can hear the trees trembling in the wind.
I feel the depth of the night drawing closer.
Click the button.
The flash goes.
Check the screen for my experience.
A dead image is all I see,
You can’t capture my soul!
You can’t replicate this moment.
`The camera never lies.’
But it misses so much.
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