Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"

in WORLD OF XPILAR13 days ago

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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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Brave are we who walk
Under the burning sun, we look and see,
we await your radiant departure
every harmonious morning.

We embrace life with each new year
we are brave, we are what we face
We wait for the new sunrise,
every new day.

🍀♥️
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We will meet

I can imagine myself with you
beyond the border;
There will be no one
Neither a fence nor any order!

Like the sun we will shine;
Time will join every part
There will be only us
neither you nor mine!

I don't know if you liked it or not but after a long time get an opportunity which I don't want to miss!

Whispers of Dusk Where hillovers in the field of twilight lay. And greenery goes far, far away. A golden light, a fading ray, Coats it [the land] with mild putrefraction. The last ounce of the day, a simple blow. When day escapes, and the sun leaves the horizon behind early in the evening. I only know, where distant trees are against it. Subtitles that gently fade out. There is silence, an iron curtain is drawn over the existence of the people. When nature’s chorus starts, to spill: A symphony of wind and rill, Where the atmosphere of silence prevails. The Sun setting down a magnificent globe of fires Looming large and high: a series of silhouettes. Once the enchantment of the twilights begin. And day bowed before night powers hands over. If you have a different style or the theme which has to be used in the poem, please, let me know.

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The dark is frightening,
But it comes with it's own style,
The beauty of the night,
Especially when the sun sets,
The view is outstanding,
The quiet of the night is all for me.

A stretch of grass sways gently,
its green tipped with sun's fading gold.
A single tree stands, still and ancient,
its shadow a silent map on the earth.

The wind is steady, but soft,
carrying nothing but its own rhythm.
It brushes past the quiet landscape,
as if careful not to wake the world.

Far beyond, the sky hums in amber,
a slow descent into calm.
No path lies carved, no footprints linger—
just space, wide and unspoken.

This is the place where sound dissolves,
where time feels thin and weightless,
where the horizon stretches like a breath
held between longing and peace.

Always awesome you digital art, @xpilar Here my word for this work

dawn breaks in the wilderness
bursting through the leaves
rays of light penetrate the cold morning
inviting everyone welcoming

hills and canyons full of golden colors
orange sun like a thrown anchor
penetrating the forest and the dark side
until no one can hide

leaves inevitably have to smile
squirming; inviting chlorophyll
let's finish today
no one can run away

let's roll up our sleeves
lazy: let's leave
don't keep being covered in blankets
so that the spirit never fades

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! -
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors -
No -yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -or else swoon to death.

Alam bersorak riang,
Di kala mentari muncul,
Membawa sinar harapan,
Yang mempesona.

Alam menjadi riuh,
Menyambut sang mentari dari peraduan malam.
Bisikan alam mulai terdengar,
Langkah kaki mulai berayun.
Kesana kemari isi alam berjalan,
Menyusuri alam berirama nadi.
Secepat aliran darah.

When the sun rises, genius reigns, and the sky is cloudy, stupidity. When reason grows from the mind, the clouds of stupidity will go away.

Mist droplets on the grass,become free particles, in the glare of the sun.
Golden light illuminates everything around. Green crops come home, cultivated by the farmer.

Birds fly far away,
go in search of their food.
A flock of guest birds,
attacks this city.