Far Horizon

The golden cage of silk was never meant to be your space, nor the silence of the room where memories are cast.

Your paths have always been out in the wild's embrace, right where the sky and mountain mist are bound at last.

You do not follow footsteps that crowds have worn, as you walk your own path.

Let them talk; just do what is yours to achieve.

Open the doors to wider horizons and dreams.

Through the sharp eye of the lens, you perceive yourself, while distant landscapes and wild nature call, it seems.

For memories don't live on paper or in a faded gleam, but in that deep feeling that moves you deep inside your chest.

You are the world's photographer, on a path supreme, where your pictures weave some more beautiful, brighter days.