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 sky blushes, a tender hue,
A canvas painted in rose and blue.
The grasses sway, in whispers low,
To secrets only the sunset knows.
A quiet hill, a fleeting glow,
Where time slows down and shadows grow.
Each blade of grass, each soft-lit strand,
A testament to nature’s hand.
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The sky is so far away,
untouchable.
In that golden light of the sun,
I see you.
By my side in the twilight of the afternoon,
I just want you again and again.
When you come,
the twilight afternoon sky,
turns red.
When you come,
the sun becomes careless.
Veo el sol que cae en el horizonte,
un sol color de rosa.
El día se hizo largo y pesado.
Hasta pensé que este día sería eterno.
Creo que vendrán días mejores,
sin tanto calor,
sin tantas decepciones,
sin tantas hipocresías.
Menos mal que todo pasa
porque la vida es como una rueda.
sky, you are so beautiful
every day the sun accompanies you tirelessly
your color is so perfect and enchanting
you make the heart calm
the mood becomes peaceful when seeing your beauty
even though you are so far away
but you feel close when looked at
the clouds walk side by side
adding to your beauty
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.
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.
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.
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.