Beneath a sky brushed in whispers of storm and sunlight,
the earth dreams in color —
emerald fields swell with breath,
golden winds chase shadows across soft hills.
A quiet rhythm pulses through the land,
marked by flickers of yellow flight,
as if the horizon itself has exhaled
and scattered light across the grass.
Ink-dark pools hold the memory of rain,
while lavender traces dance like thoughts barely spoken.
This is a place between moments,
where time drips slow and beauty stirs gently—
a symphony of silence,
a song the land hums when no one listens.
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