The Photographer

Though my shoes are worn
Down these streets I go
Catching glimpses of
Shuttered conversations

Quality of light
Through these people I flow
We're all the sum of
Our misplaced devotions

I remember when
These pictures meant something
Forgotten scenes but not by me
Or the quality of light
Is it too late yet?

Though my shirt is torn
Down these streets I go
Hearing whispers of
The exposed foundations

Quality of light
Through these people I flow
We're all the product of
Emotional projections

I remember when
These pictures meant something
Forgotten scenes but not by me
Or the quality of light
Is it too late yet?



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Ranga
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