Thanks to the camera, I saw you the same way.... in an image. Tried to stand in the way, but the camera owns. Only serves me and you— Curses of photography. I see cameras who want you. I want to capture, protect, and follow. So, they just go! That's my nature. If I dare to use it— Now, I'm blind, and hopefully, I'll be able to see again— me and you. I hope to see again— in my mind, my heart, my soul. I, old-fashioned, still long to feel skin! Write on it, a manner unpoisonous. To A., Beloved, the past is not old-fashioned or blind. It’s alive in every frame, in every "image of us" together. Us, a sparkle in the sea. Thank you for reading! Which part resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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