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Nature creates with a sacred hand,
A canvas stretched across sky and sand.
The soul awakens where visions rise,
Shaped by the breath that moves through earth and skies.
Posted : 29/11/2025 3:19 pm
Wow. I recall when you wrote this lyric. We looked at the clear blue sky slowly filling with the colors of red. Beautiful soft clouds certainly looked liked painted by a soft brush, so liner and yet so vague, till the skies darkened. I do not recall the stars though.
Posted : 29/11/2025 4:02 pm
