Trees standing still like porcelain monks on the deepest hill
(Click click)
My camera goes blink
The calm ocean scenery stands upright
Like wooden boardwalks in my sight
(Click click)
My camera goes blink
In the directions given by pale kindness
Pure happiness of a healing heart
Her beautiful skin
Distant shouts of thick flesh inhabit the air
Of a warm summer day reminiscent of lemon scent
She asked to take my photo
With her facial expressions
Nearly impossible to say no
(Click click)
Her camera goes blink
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1 comment:
I like the repeating of (Click click) that ties this together so cohesively, Anthony.
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