Lens Connoisseur

Lens Connoisseur

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Poetry
As I sit with pen in hand, I pour my heart onto paper in the form of poems. My eyes often drift towards him, the boy with glasses perched on the end of his nose, his dimples flashing as he smiles to himself while capturing life's moments through the lens of his camera. I find myself lost in thought, wondering if he'll ever notice me, or if my poems will ever find their way to his heart. @aboldgoddess
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Sparks That Can't Be Ignored This is where art meets art. A collection of my responses-poems, reflections, and unravelings-inspired by the work that moves me. These are not reviews; they are conversations. My heart's version of the same beautiful dream. This is an Echo. For full version of my work, visit: ✨🫧Open Soul Bubble To understand the mind behind these echoes: 🫧✨First Burst Book Forever Becoming Contains English and Arabic verses

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