Photographer
My job, my passion
A gift to mankind
What better, a purchase
Than To rewind time
We have a secret
Unknown by majority
We capture the moments
Naked eyes can't see
There is invisible beauty
Only artists can notice
It lies in perception
Point of focus
My camera, an instrument
Uncanny sight
It sees what you cannot
No prejudice or trite
Don't misconstrue
Talent required
To freeze these moments
Before they retire
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