aniket22
Favoured Frenzy
She holds the lens like it’s her crown,
With every tilt, she wears it proud.
A pout, a smirk, a perfect frame—
Each snapshot fuels her little fame.
In mirrored glass or morning sun,
Her hunt for angles never done.
She clicks, she posts, a filtered high,
A pixel-perfect butterfly.
With every tilt, she wears it proud.
A pout, a smirk, a perfect frame—
Each snapshot fuels her little fame.
In mirrored glass or morning sun,
Her hunt for angles never done.
She clicks, she posts, a filtered high,
A pixel-perfect butterfly.