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A Photograph

Day 18 ... A beautiful pink sky woke me up this morning.  ๐Ÿ˜Š Good morning, ☕๐ŸŒธ⏰✨  A Photograph  is a poem about nostalgia. The photograph captures sentimental moment that happened in the past. But the old photo looked faded and so sounded like whispers. A Photograph Muted colours are in a plastic case, A photograph with classic grace, As if they're whispering each other. - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŽ€⏰ ๅ†™็œŸ ่ฝใก็€ใ„ใŸ่‰ฒๅˆใ„ใŒใƒ—ใƒฉใ‚นใƒใƒƒใ‚ฏใ‚ฑใƒผใ‚นใฎไธญใซ、 ใ‚ฏใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ทใƒƒใ‚ฏใชๅ„ช้›…ใ•ใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ๅ†™็œŸ、 ใพใ‚‹ใงใŠไบ’ใ„ใซๅ›ใๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†。 − ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ A photo by Michie Lyne

An Apple Tree

Day 17... a quiet night  Good evening, ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ’œ  An Apple Tree  is a poem about survival.  The trimmed tree appeared to have no life left during the winter.  But its new branches are looking up to the sky, it's spring. ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŽ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŽ  An Apple Tree The sun was out as always, I absorbed a plenty of water, But all of a sudden, a Fog. My body was injured as if my heart had been cut out. I can no longer bear fruits, Eternally? Will time free everything? I didn't understand. The season has passed, The days were getting longer, And I was about to forget everything: Sun, water, fog and scars. Like spring water as if calling out, Whole-body energy emerges from the core. I've started to get stronger, And I've steadily grown towards the sky. - Michie Lyne ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๆž—ๆชŽใฎๆœจ ใ„ใคใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅคช้™ฝใŒๅ‡บใฆใ„ใŸ。 ใใ—ใฆๆฐดๅˆ†ใ‚’ใŸใฃใทใ‚ŠๅธๅŽใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ็ง、 ใงใ‚‚็ช็„ถใฎ้œง。 ็งใฎไฝ“ใฏๅฟƒ่‡“ใ‚’ใˆใใ‚Šๅ–ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅ‚ทใ‚’่ฒ ใฃใŸ。 ใ‚‚ใ†ๅฎŸใ‚’ไป˜ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใงใใชใ„、ๆฐธ้ ใซ? ๆ™‚้–“ใฏๅ…จใฆใ‚’่งฃๆ”พใ—ใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎ? ็†่งฃใงใใชใ‹ใฃใŸ。 ๅญฃ็ฏ€ใฏ้ŽใŽ、 ๆ—ฅใฏ้•ทใใชใ‚Š、 ใใ—ใฆ็งใฏๅ…จใฆใ‚’ๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ、 ๅคช้™ฝ、ๆฐด、้œง、ใใ—ใฆๅ‚ท่ทก。 ๆนงใๆฐดใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ、ๅ‘ผใณใ‹ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ、 ๅ…จ่บซใฎใ‚จ...

A Frozen Flower

Day 16 ... imagination Good evening.๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’ซ ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ Frozen Flower  is a poem about lost passion. The magenta, bright, deep pink colour was instantly coated with cold ice flakes. Passion remained undiminished and preserved as death. ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ A Frozen Flower Midsummer, bright magenta, a salvia flower Like a heart in passionate love Autumn has come, Salvia flower is still in full bloom. Winter has come, And it freezes in an instant storm. Retaining its bright magenta, a salvia flower Covered with white frost, and froze Like a heart that has stopped  Frozen flower, lost love. - Michie Lyne ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ ๅ‡ใฃใŸ่Šฑ ็œŸๅค、้ฎฎใ‚„ใ‹ใชใƒžใ‚ผใƒณใ‚ฟ、ใ‚ตใƒซใƒ“ใ‚ขใฎ่Šฑ ๆƒ…็†ฑ็š„ใชๆ„›ใฎๅฟƒใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ็ง‹ใŒๆฅใฆ、 ใ‚ตใƒซใƒ“ใ‚ขใฎ่Šฑใฏใพใ ๆบ€้–‹ ๅ†ฌใŒๆฅใฆ、 ใใ—ใฆ、ไธ€็žฌใฎๅตใงๅ‡ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ† ้ฎฎใ‚„ใ‹ใชใƒžใ‚ผใƒณใ‚ฟใ‚’ๆฎ‹ใ—ใŸใ‚ตใƒซใƒ“ใ‚ขใฎ่Šฑ ็™ฝใ„้œœใซ่ฆ†ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆๅ‡ใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸ ๆญขใพใฃใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๅฟƒ่‡“ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ ๅ‡ใฃใŸ่Šฑ、ๅคฑใฃใŸๆ‹ -  ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ Salvia Flower, pastel, Michi L, 2023.