The mountains are shy.
Though they never shrink or walk away,
and will display their beauty openly,
Sitting tall across the lake.
But you will know their meekness,
When your pictures aren’t clear
For the moment they’re caught in your lens,
The mountains seem to disappear.
These peaks will not be captured,
They refuse to show themselves
To any who aren’t willing
To get out and look themself.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
The mountains are shy.
Though they never shrink or walk away,
and will display their beauty openly,
Sitting tall across the lake.
But you will know their meekness,
When your pictures aren’t clear
For the moment they’re caught in your lens,
The mountains seem to disappear.
These peaks will not be captured,
They refuse to show themselves
To any who aren’t willing
To get out and look themself.
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