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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It not always greener on the other side
It could be a lot humid and moist,
As the sky shines on you,
just like it shines on trees,
Let your stars spread like breeze,
The trees in the forest are together
Get a tree that stick to you forever
Life is short
Make it long
Dwell in nature
For it will give your life a posture.
I wonder sometimes what mist means,
It looks like confusion to me,
A state where even the closest thing is unseen,
It gets worse in forested areas,
Where small valleys are situated,
You might get lost in the mist,
The mist is blindness.
Across the hush of silver seas,
The green-clad peaks arise with ease.
No roads, no names but just quiet grace.
A thousand dreams in one still place.
Mist drifts low like breath held tight,
Softly brushing stone and light.
Each island hums a secret tune,
Cradled by the shy-eyed moon.
Here, time forgets its steady tread,
And silence speaks where words have fled.
The heart may wander, far yet near,
And find its echo waiting here.
The forest is the town of trees
Where they live quite at their ease,
With their neighbors at their side
Just as we in cities wide.
I lost myself in some unknown kingdom,
I found you in this kingdom of mine,
I wanted to place you in this palace of mine,
If you were not with me, if you left, you would become someone else's queen.
Time passes silently,
We are just running, we don't have the courage to stop.
Still, I dream of that day of happiness,
Where there will be no busyness,
There will only be a beautiful day soaked in the scent of our loved ones.
The sky's canvas, painted high
With hues of dawn, or twilight's sigh
The mountains stand, in grandeur bold
A beauty scene, for hearts to hold
Their peaks so high, their slopes so green
A treasure trove, of wonder unseen
The sky above, a perfect frame
For nature's art, in mountains' name
The mountains rise, in majestic might
With clouds or fog, a gentle sight
The sky above, a brilliant hue
A breathtaking view, for me and you
Tengo frío.
Para qué he subido a esta montaña?
Tengo mucho frío.
Quiero estar en mi casa.
Mis pies están congelados.
Nadie ni nada a la vista.
Ni siquiera un cafetín a modo de espejismo.
Creo que moriré en este glaciar
o creo que ya estoy muerto.
Sky has fog,
Hill so high,
Wind is slow,
Trees just sigh.
silent peaks breathe light
memory floats through the mist
time forgets to move