Butterfly Landing On Flower
- jwhhobbs22
- Jan 10, 2025
- 1 min read
Not for a lens
It flits away quickly
To prove a point
The beauty is
Hers and mine alone
To see, if not to read.
Look at the beauty with the best two cameras you own.
J.W.H. Hobbs.
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