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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Blue clouds hang over the sand mountain
Makes the emotional heart want to say the word
Although the feeling is troubled
Amidst the dryness of words
That have never been thought of before
Beautiful indeed is the heart that is longing
But unable to release words
In the middle of a barren field I stand
Sending hope to every direction
But what power I have no power
Efforts that do not bear sweet fruit
But the anxiety that continues to hit
Nor was I able to say
Although there is a feeling that continues to beg
It's not easy to write poetry. AI seems to believe the last 3 sentences are not human. I wonder who was AI's example. 🤔
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Belleza Mortal
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La fotografía es una gran inspiración, es hermosa. Sin embargo como lo expresan las letras puede ser mortal,la belleza en este caso encierra peligro y la añoranza de ese verdor que es sinónimo de vitalidad,de alegría se hace evidente. Me gusta esta exaltación de emociones 🤗💕
Muchas gracias por tu comentario y apoyo.
¡Saludos y feliz día...!
Under the endless blue sky
The sand ripples like calm waves
The trail of the wind gently caresses
Telling silent natural stories
The earth embraces the receding sea
Like a soul that longs for a hug
Between the boundaries of water and sand
Eternity greets in silence
No matter
how much the sun hurts to flowers
Flowers smile
Always without anger
with the sun ..
Be a flower.
For those
who hurt Gives only the smell..
Blue clouds stretched all over the sky
Giving color radiates beauty
Spoil every eye
Makes anyone happy who sees it
a small streak of cloud stretches out
form a string of words
when the brush and pen are held
form a picture of the world
there is sadness when looking at land and water
no green color in the picture
there are no trees; the nature is barren
abundant water and fertile land: no more
Will this continue to happen?
the land will become increasingly barren
no vegetation; no green
just heat and sand
that all my #comment
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The desert stands, vast and bare,
A realm of heat, with little care.
Yet winds arrive, with gentle might,
And carve the sands in lines of light.
What seems so harsh, so wild, so cruel,
Becomes the artist’s shaping tool.
In every grain, a story lies,
Of beauty born where hardship ties.
So, too, in life, when struggles reign,
And skies feel heavy with endless pain,
Be like the wind, relentless, free,
And shape the world with artistry.
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Where Sand Meets Sky
At one side of land and water blend, An expansive space to start to paint.
Desert is seen where waves flow.
Promising wider horizons, The sun and the shadows so long, Busy thus and thus,
A golden land which sand had churned.
The wind is gentle and has some things to tell me.
Stories that have been around us, where the tides are high.
There lies mirage and a haze in the distance.
Where warm-cockle hearts long for water hearse.
Looking up there is pure blue, a vast and endless sea.
Such as clouds, as cotton candy floats through.
One did fly away, a pinprick against the sun,
An individual traveler in an eternal journey.
It is in these enormous regions, where the noise is scarce.
Swept away by beauty and the blessings of stillness found in really appreciating this world.
Its very beating—The desert’s heart is a slow steady pulse.
Where secrets lie and mysteries lie low.
If you want let me write you another poem and use that picture which you have provided above.
The waves hit me like a cushion
But they take way my pain like a anaesthetic
The soft sand and the hard water
Deep within they host the lost wonder
All alone I felt,
Left and right I looked,
Up and down still,
I stretched my gaze to a far distance,
Yet I could hear my scream return to me.
Stranded on an island so far and wide,
Yet I was left alone to enjoy it,
But I soon grew tired of exploring on my own,
Sand and water became my best friends,
Yet I kept hope alive.