Third of August gone,
and still the early evening bright sunlight,
scattered white clouds hung
on a pale blue sky
above still flourishing green foliage,
and the serenity the eyes gaze on
flow into the human
mind mirroring the landscape -
like in old Chinese paintings
you are only part of the greater whole,
a small figure
in the immensity of natural landscape
itself frozen in a single season,
coming from somewhere unknown
captured before your exit.
So with this poem:
Bright sunlight on green foliage,
golden fields extending to the rising ridge
under a pale blue sky, scattered
white clouds and you.
10.08.2025
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