Day 6 .. a north wind blows. Good morning. ☕️๐๐จ Misty , is a poem about alienation. Modern life allows people to move from place to place as little as effort possible. And when they looked back, it was no longer the same place, and neither were they. ๐๐๐ Misty The next day, I breathed in the cold morning air. The ground was veiled with an ambiguous atmosphere. I stepped on the misty surface, like an unknown visitor. As if here is, to me - unfamiliar As if I've never been here - Michie Lyne ✨️✨️✨️ ้งๆทฑใ ็ฟๆฅ、ๆใฎๅทใใ็ฉบๆฐใๅธใ่พผใใ ๅฐ้ขใฏๆๆงใช้ฐๅฒๆฐใซๅ
ใพใใฆใใ ็งใฏ่ฆ็ฅใใฌ่จชๅ่
ใฎใใใซ、้งใฎใใใฃใๅฐ้ขใ่ธใฟใใใ ่ฆๆ
ฃใใชใๅ ดๆใงใใใใฎใใใซ ใพใใงใใใซๆฅใใใจใใชใใใฎใใใซ - ใใใผ・ใฉใคใณ ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ธ Photo, Michie Lyne
A diary of Michie, a fine artist. This page is filled with my collection of artworks: poems, drawings, photos and thoughts, to depict and interpret human nature, love and friendships. - I have started a brand-new chapter over at The Mercy Cat Meadows. This new space was born from a simple belief that every creature whether wild or domestic, deserves a life of dignity and peace. New page: https://mercycatmeadows.blogspot.com/