How are ya, bloggers?? I got a task from my English teacher, mrs. Sisil (or Cicil ?) To make a poem about our dreams. So, I make a poem about photographer. Well, this is my poem: Photographer... A little someone who takes a lot of big photos. Photos of war, nature, city, or even city crowd. Take a photo for happiness. Don't care, how much money can produce by the photos. Don't care about people's judgement. Don't care, if the photos can't be shown. It's about the happiness. Not money or people's opinion. Even, sometimes, photographer's soul can "fly". But, I don't care. I'm still in my convictions. I still wanna be a photographer. So, what's your opinion? :P
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