What you see in front of the camera is not an ordinary beauty
The beauty that exists and the meaning that does not exist
The world seen through a lens is the beauty of values
The sense of creation and interpretation intertwine
Gamera taking a camera
the cameraman who takes the picture
Film director checking it out
audience watching it
Audiences enjoy and get bored
I photograph withered flowers
At that moment, the flowers come back to life
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Author:
rin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: used machine translation
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Love this, it's very grasping
Thank you! I am always aware that I am writing poems that I don't know how to interpret.
They can be difficult and I feel there's no one size fits all for your poems.
What I understood from the poem, is how the world got stuck in this cycle with movie standers and Instagram models, what the world considers " beautiful" that they forget the true beauty of everyday things like the flowers
The value of this poem increases with your own interpretation. thanks so much.
No problem
It is another interesting read and i am still thinking about my interpretation of it, enjoyed the read
I chose flowers, but it may be different for everyone. It's important, so please think about it slowly. There must be something close to the answer.
Does the eye of the camera know the beauty ?
There's an eye in the camera, and then there's another eye, and then there's another eye, and so on. All the way.
Thank you venerable master !
Love it
Thank you for reading.I'm sure you love it.
You're welcome
Coming back to life, there is that innate spark that ignites!
you say nice things.Thank you for your nice comment!
You’re welcome, rin. 🙏🏻
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