The Little Things
Eyes like a shutter
Mind like a lense
I capture the memories so that they don't fade or blend
Picture the moment, the faces, the good times
When you grow older you don't have to leave them behind
The little things are what add up the most
The first kiss, the baby's face, the toasts,
A Photographer is the dream job for me,
For I love shooting these moments before they flee.
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