My voice is lost in the echoes of the hills,
standing tall behind the grey clouds,
beckoning me to their mystical glory,
My thoughts are found in the strength of the hills,
awakening the sleeping corners of my mind,
guiding the lost wanderers of time,
from a distance.
Thought these were some great captures in Steve McCurry’s Blog, have a look…
My autumn smiles,
Fall on me,
in distant memories,
of pure gold and clear skies.