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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Hoy comienza la despedida
del frío invierno,
qué cubrió de blanco el suelo
arrancando de él,
los vegetales muertos
Detrás de las montañas
aparece muy tenue el sol
qué con sus rayos
revive el color
de la verde vegetación.
Arid land
can never be green
it's just a dream
that is unattainable
Behind it all
there was an effort
to water it
then a love was born
that continues to lead to a
hope to achieve
a time full of love
Love that grows in arid lands
empty feels, the beauty of love
Ice and fire,
Cold and eat,
The cloud is chill,
The land is cold,
Ice like water,
The sky like rain,
The drops keep us shivering,
It is as it is,
Just the way I like it.
Adiós invierno, bienvenido el sol, opacas el frío para darnos calor, son un contraste importante
para nuestra vegetación. Cada uno tiene su temporada, la cuál vivimos con mucha emoción.
Between sunset sky
And shadows of trees
And rocky hill
That stands still
I wait for answer
From you to me
Between sunset sky
And shadows of trees
I wont cry
If you dont see this
When the hardships are as great as mountains,
Then even the smile on your face proves false,
Even the pain of your body's wounds no longer affects you,
Where there is no value for you, what is the point of pride?
In the violet twilight, the trees stand Above the cliff, the wind runs
Silence weaves the harmony
of the earth, Natural, timeless and pure paintings
Light snow greets the leaves
Merging with the green of hope
The orange sky whispers of eternity
This beauty is beyond memory.
Today I have withdrawn myself,
The weight of pride in life is heavy.
I do not want any conflict or conflict,
I am lying in silence and solitude.
In a far away land where it seems all is dry and forgotten emerges a beautiful springs of hope all over the seemingly dryness. What a wonder to behold as you imagine how the greenery sticks with so much grace.
It’s like giving a hope to the hopeless, for when you look over this beauty of creations on the dry mountains, you would simply know that there is still hope even when it doesn’t seem so.
Even in the loneliness and down time, company is still possible and it’s best when it green for green is life.