It can seems so strange
Being there in front
Of eternal change
In this treasure hunt

All those lonely lights
Glooming, drying out
Reality rights
Wandering about

All the great lost frames
Coming in and out
It was you who blames
In a single shout

From the mouth of Hell
Sense of fight we broke
Feeling fades does well
Polaroid shell

Rapture lonely nights
Nikon as a friend
Winning a few fights
Losing in the end

The branches so high
The fall so sudden
Shadows are a flight
Over misty rain

I don’t know your name
But you’re in my lens
It was just a game
Flash could be my pens

But also a fence
To capture you right
Middle of the dance
Movement out of sight

A moment you blight
Mistaking the rays
Of a great twilight
Fogged by the haze

But you know I try
Harder every day
Film which I stick by
Even on Sunday

So here is the trail
Light only settles
Some stuff out of jail
Like fallen petals

Take it as it comes
Memories, storm cones,
Faces, one night homes,
They are all alone

But they stand all stripped
Bleeding for themselves
Thrown, shy, unzipped
Cropped by December 12

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