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Almost all of the photographers I've met Think love is born from beauty, and To that end that press Some model's laughing face Onto another model's handsome shoulder Money falls against money In those pictures. Most photographers I know Think peace is the only thing Worth showing anyone - A snapshot of hills With maybe a leaning tree Or a brook running down the valley - Green against green in a sick world. But there is one picture-taker Who goes the world over in search of love And finds it in huts and jails and scummy apartments, Who sees that true peace is a falsehood And a dream to be achieved Only long after he is gone; Only when his pictures become scenes For wealthy and untroubled eyes And his whisper is taken up as song.
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Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 8:53 AM UTC
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Almost all of the photographers I've met Think love is born from beauty, and To that end that press Some model's laughing face Onto another model's handsome shoulder Money falls against money In those pictures. Most photographers I know Think peace is the only thing Worth showing anyone - A snapshot of hills With maybe a leaning tree Or a brook running down the valley - Green against green in a sick world. But there is one picture-taker Who goes the world over in search of love And finds it in huts and jails and scummy apartments, Who sees that true peace is a falsehood And a dream to be achieved Only long after he is gone; Only when his pictures become scenes For wealthy and untroubled eyes And his whisper is taken up as song.
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sleepy-sigh
26/American
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 8:53 AM UTC
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