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Asleep

Day 7 ...three birds rest on the top of the roof.

Good evening! ๐ŸŒ›

Asleep, is a poem about the subconscious mind. While dreaming, they perceive their inner thoughts more clearly, and when dawn comes, they have the sharpest mind.



Asleep


She is asleep on the autumn leaves,

And the higher the moon rises - 

Her conscience, she retrieves.


She is asleep on the autumn leaves,

And the deeper she is in her dreams - 

Her subconscious, she perceives.


She is asleep on the autumn leaves,

And the closer the dawn approaches,

The happier she becomes.


- Michie Lyne


็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹


ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็ด…่‘‰ใฎไธŠใง็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹

ใใ—ใฆๆœˆใŒ้ซ˜ใๆ˜‡ใ‚‹ใปใฉ

ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ่‰ฏๅฟƒใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šๆˆปใ™


ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็ด…่‘‰ใฎไธŠใง็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹

ใใ—ใฆๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅคขใฎไธญใซๆทฑใๅ…ฅใ‚Š่พผใ‚€ใปใฉ

ๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆฝœๅœจๆ„่ญ˜ใ‚’่ช่ญ˜ใ™ใ‚‹


ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็ด…่‘‰ใฎไธŠใง็œ ใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹

ใใ—ใฆๅคœๆ˜Žใ‘ใŒ่ฟ‘ใฅใใปใฉ

ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใพใ™ใพใ™ๅนธใ›ใซใชใ‚‹


ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

Autumn leaves, pastel on paper, Michie Lyne, 2023 ๐Ÿ

๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“š

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