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The Photographer

T'was my friend's wedding day Was dressed up to have a ball We reached the venue and beautiful was it all The bride sat shining and smiling most times Her expressions so mixed, wonder what went through her mind! I sat through the side, and looked all around There was a tall guy, I noticed A watch he had worn, on his right wrist He had specs on his eyes and lens in his hands He zoomed in and out, moved like a spy He captured every expression which missed the normal eye Don't think he talked much, he spoke through his eyes I controlled my gaze looked here and there pretended to be busy as if I didn't care As we friends planned to gather, gather on the stage to click a picture with friends the groom and the bride I moved around the light stand to give him a helping hand "Thank you!" was all he said with a hard to forget smile I wonder why I din't speak with him? What held me behind? It saddens me more now, to hear from my friend, he wasn't from my town and came from a far land I will see him again though, through pictures of this day When they'll be posts on Facebook Imagining him standing behind
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