The shutter’s click
gathers the sunlight
softly sifting it
stealing this glance
of you
as you
shade your eyes
against its harshness.
For weeks
your image sleeps
curled up inside
the camera
and only now
awakens
like a Princess kissed
your smile
bright as forever
held
in all its brilliant laughter
...still.
You do write about beauty. That's the merit in what you do. Its probably the only true merit that poetry has. I still don't like the line breaks. Greenwolfe 1962
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I would like to translate this poem
your image sleeps curled up inside the camera Beautiful... Colin J...