Your smile draws me as
A flower might draw me
Photograph you are the brown mushroom
Of the forest
What is its beauty
The whites in it are
A moonlight
In a peaceful garden
Full of running water and mischievous gardeners
Photograph you are the smoke of ardor
What is its beauty
And there are in you
Photograph
Languid tones
One hears in them
A melodious chant
Photograph you are the shadow
Of the Sun
What is its beauty
Guillaume Apollinaire
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