longing

As the morning light begins, my heart yearns to fill a lens.

To find a place in nature there, to capture the beauty unaware.

To seek and find a place to roam

To let the wind rush through my hair, and across deep waters just a stare.

As the sun begins to rise, I want to fill my heart and not my eyes.

To capture the day one frame at a time leaving only the stress in nature behind.

 

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