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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sun with golden color
Radiating the charm of beauty
Among the green grass
As if to say
that the soul is shining
as beautiful as the gold that spreads
deep love
Inheriting beauty
that never
thought of before its time
A beautiful time that was never reached
With thoughts that roar
Only time can tell
Reach me for a glorious future
united in feeling
Filled with burning passion
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Dusk caresses the wild grass
In the embrace of a faint red-orange color
The wind greets, gentle without sound
Whispering the story of the earth to the universe
The sunlight slowly fades
Leaving a warm trail on the wide horizon
For a moment, the world felt calm
Waiting for the night with an open heart
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The sky looks expensive today.
Let's see.
Hot pink, baby blue, blue gray, pewter--
Colours I've always wanted in my life,
I mean hot pink and baby blue look interesting,
But I guess they're not for me.
I want to be happy, alright?
And this person is telling me that I can without all these other people?
What?
I mean, I don't think anyone would want to be my friend.
Who wants to be friends with a psycho?
Let me just stay with my hot pink and pewter brothers,
They exist for me only, okay?
Did you get that, Charlie?
Okay. Let me continue.
Hot pink, baby blue, pewter---
Hmm, what shade of gray would you call that?
Cadet gray? Hmm.....
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Field of Dreams
It is a field of dreams – and the grasses do dance on its surface.
A smile wiped off a face: ‘A gentle breese, a fading day’.
The sun sets and now the fire has kissed.
Draws colors of joy on the sky.
Voices shade of purple, muffled and barely audible.
During the early dawn’s break of day.
A lonely flower all red and brave.
A shining one, in the twilight.
The wind is low, the globe is calm.
The only sound here is the wind blowing, intertwined
Sighs being heard and leaves in rustle.
Intellectually am quite activity based slow motion is the music of nature enterring its final phase.
The field of dreams, as a relatively untouched area of the world.
Beautiful moment, waiting for the light moment, sparkling moment.
A memory carved, and very sweet.
Said beauty of face, forever is thy fortune near.
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Only the wild ones will dub this
A place of peace and liberation,
Teasing such a one into introspection,
To pour out one’s heart of their own volition.
I could lie down and be out of breath,
Beholding the sky, and be one with the grass as it melts
From the streaks of light—crepuscular rays.
Will this be a ray of hope for a newborn day?
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A pink glow lingers, low and soft,
Brushing the tips of the tangled grass,
Each blade a quiet rebellion,
Leaning this way, reaching that.
It could be evening—
The air hums as if it remembers warmth.
The light, shy but unhurried,
Wraps itself around every stray stem.
No shadows stretch long,
No edges grow sharp.
Only the grasses, alive in their stillness,
Hold the weight of this fragile hour.
And you, standing there,
Could almost believe
The world has paused,
Just for this.
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Through tall grass, knee-deep and wild,
The air grows thick with evening's breath.
A pink sun melts across the field,
Turning each blade to copper thread.
The breeze bends stalks in gentle waves,
While insects hum their evening song.
Time slows in this forgotten patch,
Where minutes stretch and linger long.
The heat still clings to earth below,
As day releases its warm hold.
Pink light seeps through each empty space,
Turning the ordinary to gold.
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Sometimes I just feel like letting go of my worries,
I want to sit alone on a grass where the green grass grows,
The breeze is cooling me down,
Thoughts running through my head,
I am committed to get the solution,
Yet I love the view.
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As the sun dips low, the sky adorned,
In hues of pink and purple, nature's yearned.
A gentle glow on grass and earth,
Where the day's last light does softly birth.
The clouds, like brushstrokes of an artist's hand,
Create a masterpiece across the land.
In this tranquil scene, where time stands still,
The heart finds peace, as day bids adieu to hill.
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Hidden
From early morning till late night
I am hidden from your sight
Under tall grass, under small grass
Under sun rays, with no stress
From early morning till late night
Among animal and wind song
I will stay here all day long
Hidden of course because it is right
From early morning till late night
Hidden I am and you are not
From early morning till late night
Hill I am and you are not
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