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Focus on her love, just so —
too slow, and the beloved fades to afterglow.
Scribe this sigh:
have the turnings of the world buried you in shadow?
A single frame — the classic encounter slips away.
So frame this present, somehow, while it may.

Capture the warmth, the speed, the tender and the rage,
still this day, however fine its fleeting page.
Hold fast the density of living,
bare your heart, your feeling and your attitude —
leaving but shimmering traces, shadows in pirouette.

Every frame is rare.
Snapped and kept, it outshines mere having.
The aperture roams in love,
the eye awaits the seduction of hue.
With a human touch, the lens forever reaps abundance.

Though the instant prints are sold,
the film all stripped away,
the impulse, once spent, is born again at break of day.

Capture the warmth, the speed, the tender and the rage,
still this day, however fine its fleeting page.
Hold fast the density of living,
bare your heart, your feeling and your attitude —
leaving but shimmering traces, shadows in pirouette.

Suspend time, arrest decay.
The peak-summit second, the prize-winning second,
the record-shattering second.
Harbour lamps at dusk, hilltop at break of day —
pluck these remembrances, savour beauty’s sway.
The promotion, the wedding dawn,
the instant one becomes a parent —
so much awaits the shutter, so much to be drawn.

Music, plays, poetry and dance,
blend life’s thousand graces into the album’s trance.
Dazzling as lightning, illusory as mist,
melancholy and admiration persist.

To roam this world, to truly live well —
how can it ever be easy? Tell.
Snapping photos, in step all the while,
bare your heart and your attitude.
In truth, life is never spent in vain.
So whence this dance of dust, this swirling refrain?