Camera

It all began in the mind. The first fine print Captured the image of the wind, The tint of morning. The instant of your look Leaped on my lens As a trout in a brook Shivers the somnolent waters. Large on my lens Is the flower of your face, And all my days Open bouquets of light At your focused gaze.

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