i have more joy than next man
i'm taking pictures having fun
they love to have their images
preserve in megabytes plate
i can't capture everything done
i've given them a chance to
i go around taking my eyes love
could it be sleepy eyes or yawning
there's always expression to tell
filtered by your experience of life
could be looking at beautiful face
i trying to show wholesome picture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem