Golden valleys tapered
With heather yet to bloom
Anxious to share
Her beauty
But waits
Creating a time lapse
For wanderers
To get lost in the Scottish hills
Spring calls
Sun peeks through
Evidence of what’s yet to come
Engrossed in magnificence
Here a stolen kiss or two
Knowing they were captive
Cradled by a force
And beckoned
By some ancient lovers tune
They held hands
And watched it’s beauty
Then time stood still
(Glencoe)
The Scottish Highlands
~My Photography
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