Poetry 151

Miles between us, little or lot,
We always saw each other through the lenses.

Moments of beauty or candidness,
I always had it captured through the lenses.

Be it the journey or destination,
I always pictured the moments through the lenses.

Be it the charm or the blushes,
I always cherished them through the lenses.

Be it the sweetness or sensuality in you,
I was away, yet felt it through the lenses.

Emotions, memories, and feelings,
Be it the one in pocket or around the neck,
I was always able to feel it and relive it,
Through the lenses…

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