The traveler knows the sight,
Wanting yet waiting to be found.
A hillock for sun's rise far,
An open sky for the great cloud beyond.
The musician knows the sound,
Sung in the morning prayers slowly.
The penchant for rigorous hours of practice,
The joy of recollecting an old tune.
The photographer knows the moment,
A click perfect and a beauty captured.
Thrilling in memories and vivid in minds,
The camera has a tale of its own.
Smiling in that soft,known era of yore,
Hobbies are enthralling to the core.

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