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It is in harmony with the radiance of the sea.
With hidden clouds in the sky.
With the breeze of the colors in the seasonal winds.
It drives the waves with the sparks of the sun.
Brutal hard rocks in the mountains.
The color of the soil is with cow patterns.
Sometimes he takes off his hat on his head.
His image turns from darkness to light.
Rocks decorated with stones are falling.
Falling rocks raise the ground.
The rising earth tones the light.
Its colors spread with the breeze.
The smell in the soil ripples with the rain.
Flowers sparkle in the grass.
The soils soften with the scent of flowers.
The breeze of the wind permeates the nature.
The trees are approaching each other.
Trees multiply as they walk.
Vines wrap their trunks.
It leaves traces on nature.
Red ripe apples among the branches.
It hangs from its branches.
The greenery on its leaves is looking at its branches.
It sheds its seeds on the ground from its branches.
Shines black under the stars.
It immerses nature with the color of darkness.
It preserves nature with the remaining sounds.
The landscape rises and sets.
Copyright © Johannes Cicek | Year Posted 2024
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