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The Lightness of Love

Day 11 ... life   Good evening. ๐Ÿ„๐ŸŒณ⚘️ The Lightness of Love, is about someone who is celebrating her life with her partner. The forest they walked through unexpectedly surprise them.  Beautiful forest animals and birds soothe their mind and vision and look deeper into each other's eyes. And they realise how happy they are together. Perfect happiness is like floating in the air... The Lightness of Love The afternoon forest beckoned us And slowly pleased us With small creatures In the forest Flapping birds appeared Chirping sounds resonated And Our eyes lit up To a deeper path To the highest tree top Into the lightness of love - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒณ ๆ„›ใฎ่ปฝใ‚„ใ‹ใ• ๅˆๅพŒใฎๆฃฎใŒ็งใŸใกใ‚’ๆ‰‹ๆ‹›ใใ—ใŸ ใใ—ใฆใ‚†ใฃใใ‚Šใจ็งใŸใกใ‚’ๅ–œใฐใ›ใŸ ๅฐใ•ใช็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใจ ๆฃฎใฎไธญ ็พฝใฐใŸใ้ณฅใŒ็พใ‚ŒใŸ ้ณดใๅฃฐใŒ้ŸฟใๆธกใฃใŸ ใใ—ใฆ ็งใŸใกใฎ็›ฎใฏ่ผใ„ใŸ ใ‚ˆใ‚Šๆทฑใ„้“ใธ ไธ€็•ช้ซ˜ใ„ๆœจใฎใฆใฃใบใ‚“ใธ ๆ„›ใฎ่ปฝใ‚„ใ‹ใ•ใฎไธญใซ ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

Emotional Ride

Day 9 ... full moon. Good evening.๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒ… “ Emotional Ride ” is  poem about human emotions. Just as there are sunny days and rainy days, their feelings also have ups and downs. Or is it better if it's always sunny? Emotional Ride This is an emotional ride There is nowhere to hide Just keep going like a non-stop slide All the way down Until -  See you around What a thrill! - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐ŸŒ ๆ„Ÿๆƒ…็š„ใชไน—ใ‚Š็‰ฉ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏๆ„Ÿๆƒ…็š„ใชไน—ใ‚Š็‰ฉ ้š ใ‚Œใ‚‹ๅ ดๆ‰€ใฏใชใ„ ใƒŽใƒณใ‚นใƒˆใƒƒใƒ—ใฎๆป‘ใ‚Šๅฐใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้€ฒใฟ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ ใšใฃใจไธ‹ใธ ใใ—ใฆใพใŸ ใƒผ ไผšใˆใ‚‹ใพใง ใชใ‚“ใฆใ‚นใƒชใƒซ! - ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐ŸŒ

Misty

Day 6 .. a north wind blows.  Good morning. ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ 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. ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ 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 ✨️✨️✨️ ้œงๆทฑใ„ ็ฟŒๆ—ฅ、ๆœใฎๅ†ทใŸใ„็ฉบๆฐ—ใ‚’ๅธใ„่พผใ‚“ใ  ๅœฐ้ขใฏๆ›–ๆ˜งใช้›ฐๅ›ฒๆฐ—ใซๅŒ…ใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸ ็งใฏ่ฆ‹็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใฌ่จชๅ•่€…ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ、้œงใฎใ‹ใ‹ใฃใŸๅœฐ้ขใ‚’่ธใฟใ—ใ‚ใŸ ่ฆ‹ๆ…ฃใ‚Œใชใ„ๅ ดๆ‰€ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ใพใ‚‹ใงใ“ใ“ใซๆฅใŸใ“ใจใŒใชใ„ใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ - ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒธ ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ