Beneath the sky, where moments gleam,
We frame the world in a silver dream.
A click, a flash, a whispered song,
Capturing now before it’s gone.
The laughter caught, a fleeting glance,
A child at play, a lover’s dance.
Through lenses wide, the story flows,
The beauty in life's ebb and glow.
A photograph, a memory’s thread,
Weaving tales of lives we’ve led.
In sepia tones or colors bright,
The past remains within our sight.
The camera sees what words can't say,
A stolen kiss, the light of day.
Each frozen frame, a time-stamped grace,
A mirror to our fleeting face.
So let us shoot with hearts alight,
To capture stars in the velvet night.
For though time flies and moments fade,
Through every image, life’s replayed.
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