May 22, 2009
I must capture it:

The sun caresses the grassy knolls,

Bathing valleys in its warmth.
I must capture it:

The final seconds tick away,

One last chance for victory,

A thousand arms collide.
I must capture it:

The feeling,

The moment,

When a child wakes.

The dawn of innocence,
A moment of triumph,
A vision of peace.

I must capture it.

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