My Canon: I am Sorry
I am sorry,
But you cannot look through these lens again
I have seen it fall to the bitter ground
The darkest tar,
The sound still echoes within the carved halls of my heart.
It was broken, shattered, cracked
It lost its’ focus
The shutter know longer knew pure light
The aperture was no longer wide
No more big pictures and bright ideas
It was restricted, pin point
Stuck on a 16 f-stop
Butter finger photographer
You threw my lens to the bitter ground
And no, it cannot be repaired,
The SD card is shocked with fear
That now hollow heart is scared to beat again.
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