#93-Close by
01/11/2017
The lens focused on her:
Colorful,
Open,
Gifting smiles
As strangers pass by.
I’m nearby,
But blurry,
Timid,
Not daring.
It’s comfortable out of sight,
Observing life,
Ready to fly.
I don’t like the limelight.
Nor does she…
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