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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