Poems

Inspired by autumn

The sun does not warm.
The cloud drinks everything.
Someone is running awkwardly.
The umbrella is thrown open.
It’s raining.
Autumn is turning yellowed with foliage.

October 4, 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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