The photographer
In the heart of the city, where the streets breathe life,There dwells a photographer, amid the urban strife.With camera in hand, and passion in his soul,He seeks perfection, to make each image whole.
Through the lens, he sees beauty unfold,In the chaos of the world, his vision bold.With every click, he captures a fleeting glance,Hoping to freeze time in a single dance.
But behind the camera, lies a longing so deep,For a subject to photograph, to cradle and keep.Not just the image, but the soul within,To capture their essence, where dreams begin.
He dreams of a muse, with eyes like the sea,Whose laughter dances, wild and free.In every frame, he imagines her grace,A timeless beauty, in every embrace.
With gentle hands, he adjusts the light,To paint her portrait, in hues so bright.He dreams of perfection, in each click of the shutter,To capture her essence, in every flutter.
For it's not just the photograph, he wishes to take,But the love and the longing, that keeps him awake.In every image, he sees her face,A masterpiece of beauty, in every trace.
So he waits by his camera, with hope in his heart,For the moment they meet, never to part.For she is the subject, he longs to find,To make their picture perfect, in the depths of his mind.

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