Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"
I'm not good at putting my own words/writing on my "digital art",
so I'd appreciate it if you could write a little poem about
the picture here in the comment field and I will reward you 😊
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The land of love is decorated with snow
And the heart beats with love and happiness
And he can't help but be happy
His eyes were filled with joy.
The place is covered with greenery
Green is the source of love without limits
The liquid froze and became clear as glass
And the colors dance around him
Without appointment
Is this ice or the sultan of seasons?
Welcome, passerby!
Like all seasons, it comes and goes.
Without appointments or teachers
We are happy for your arrival and sad for your departure
But what do we do?
This is life
Give us and in return
You take from us the most precious and dear
0.00 SBD,
0.16 STEEM,
0.16 SP
Is that a mess we make?
Elon promises weren't real
Redesign a world
Make it electrical, interplanetary
Plan went well, drill deep
Check the oil, Roger the superior
Time went on and we became obnoxious.
...
...
A once bright world went dark
Could virus or bacteria
The ending changes were seen
Not as expected
Not as planned
We have to stick with this deranged world
Air polluted, land messed up
Minerals in abundance.
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Is this the Earth we knew so well,
Or some new place where silence fell?
Perhaps the trees have bowed, erased,
Their lungs once full, now left displaced.
Or is this dance the northern glow,
A fleeting gift from ice below?
A beauty rare, yet fleeting still,
A fragile wonder bent by will.
The Earth's crust,
The rivers flows,
The rock stands still,
The mountains ever so high,
The hills stand strong,
Nature at its best.
The sky looking so beautiful,
I soon wonder where all of them meet,
For I know that nature truly is a blessing.
Calm doesn't mean harmless
Wavy doesn't mean shallow
Sometimes laughing behind your own suffering is greater
Why should it be the other way around?
But it's different when you see a man with a cigar and smoke surrounding him
Calm on the outside
A brawl in the mind
Sometimes it sweeps him away
Unsalvageable
Drowning in a sea without waves
Slowly sinking
Body trembling
You know the reason, right?
Glacial Dreamscape
Beneath a sky of greenish glow,
The ice-bound waters softly flow.
Silent peaks in stillness rise,
Reflections dance in shifting skies.
A land of dreams, both cold and pure,
Its mystic charm forever sure.
Whispers linger, soft and deep,
In frozen realms where secrets sleep.
Neon skies reflect the wonders on high.
Crystal clear waters teasing everything that's nigh.
Scattered glaciers frozen in time,
Add brilliance to this ever-expanding sublime.
Cool breeze roaming relentlessly,
Seeks to ignite subsiding winter beauty.
Every corner provides majestic scenery,
Ever compliant with the world's serenity.