A haze of living pictures

Breathing, moving, scurrying


Lovers rushing, meeting


Then the click and all at once is stopped

Photography is poetry silenced

A glimmer, a glance

An intimate moment that no one else sees

In that time you see more than the picture in front of you

You see into the soul of the second

And just for an instant things are clearer

Then life comes roaring back

Muddying the waters of your mind

Racing, chasing

The murky coverings are here again

And you carry on 

Streaming, teaming

Your busy existence

With the blinkers on

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