he was ahead of a long line
shaking every hands that come
while i'm; i'm taking pictures
for every warm fingers receive
trinket inscribe 'hope, charm'
and faith ahead of everything
my lens is smile generator
magic of bringing brief joy
to tired faces in any crowd
some are so shy; still smile
my heart aches when i see them
i hurry to record a moment
certainly center of attraction
countless shutters speak silence
in digits made a mark unseen
in a tiny flat weightless plastic
so am i was standing next to him
listening all those comforts said
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