Poems

My summer flew by

My summer flew by –
The wind did not catch.
There were many thoughts and tasks.
Like one moment of light, like a cloud at dawn,
Looking at night, I go to bed.

My summer has flown by.
The sun is not enough for me.
It’s already cold to sleep in a tent outdoors.
Darkness comes early.
Rain sometimes.
Summer, I’m always waiting for you!

4 September 2020

Mila Mokina-Khairullova

My immersion in photography began with the birth of my daughter. These were pictures for a family album. My daughter grew, and with it my skills improved. So, photography has become an integral part of my life. I recently found out that my grandfather was a photographer, although he was a doctor by profession. My photograph is life as I see it. My heroes are people, events, animals.

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