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Through my lens

Cheyenne Peters
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In the silence of the lens,
Worlds unfold in hues unseen,
Whispers of light dance and blend,
Captured in moments, forever keen.
Through the eye of my lens, time stands still,
A symphony of shapes, colours, and forms,
Each click a story, each frame a thrill,
In the dance of light, where beauty is born.
From towering peaks to valleys deep,
My camera's gaze, a journey untold,
Whispers of history, secrets to keep,
In every image, a tale unfolds.
Clouds paint the sky in strokes divine,
Sunsets and sunrises, a painter's dream,
Nature's canvas, where wonders shine,
In the viewfinder's world, nothing's as it seems.
Faces tell stories etched in time,
Expressions fleeting, yet forever saved,
Emotions frozen in a fleeting rhyme,
In the photographer's world, memories engraved.
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Through rain and shine, in moments rare,
The lens captures life's fleeting glance,
A window to worlds beyond compare,
In the photographer's lens, life's endless dance.

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