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That Morning
Looking out to a beautiful horizon.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
Orange, pink, red, and yellow bleeding through the trees.
The light of the rising sun flirts and kisses the dancing leaves.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
How can I capture such stunning beauty?
For you this will never be the same.
A moment that a photograph could never truly capture.
Rich deep colors trickle over tree tops, and I stand captivated by the view.
This vista steals the very breath from my lungs.
In this moment I am home.
The sun shines into me, illuminating me and banishing all doubt and sorrow from my heart.
To me this is a beautiful gift.
This is the sign of things to come.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
Orange, pink, red, and yellow bleeding through the trees.
The light of the rising sun flirts and kisses the dancing leaves.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
How can I capture such stunning beauty?
For you this will never be the same.
A moment that a photograph could never truly capture.
Rich deep colors trickle over tree tops, and I stand captivated by the view.
This vista steals the very breath from my lungs.
In this moment I am home.
The sun shines into me, illuminating me and banishing all doubt and sorrow from my heart.
To me this is a beautiful gift.
This is the sign of things to come.
This is what tomorrow looks like.
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