Lens and life
The days are crowded and futile
But remember to carry your lens
In your personal pocket.
Search the details that hide in the folds
And under the shoes
But define those who think
and appreciate the moments like you do.
Through your lens
Your partners, friends, and lovers
Will shine like under falling frozen snow
And you can get closer with confidence.
The hidden meaning
Of these data
I cannot find.
No trend, no rise, No correlation
Lit a cone of negativity on the desk
Poke my ego after such a long effort
But launch me blindfolded towards
A chapter yet to write
With the flavour of fresh snow.