You take hundreds of photographs
roses, orchids, rhododendrons
in bloom, after the rain,
mountains, rivers, forests
misty mornings, sunsets.
Are you gathering a basket
of experiences against forgetting?
Or a habit to fill space-time,
a habit against “nothingness”,
against the dreadful fog.
A glance unites feelings and intuition
your eyes see the wonders of life
harmoniously happening in front of you
seize the moment to click the camera
a “decisive moment” to freeze time-
“a hand offering a crumb of bread
to a sparrow on the kerbstone.”
A photo lives, we pass away.
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