The day passing by, the blue heron settles down reflecting amidst a plethora of colors; autumn enters.
A cool summer breeze fills the mind with quiet scented fragrances and permeates through heaven's streams.
Dance us until the end of love.
Every year, thinking of the poppies, we remember.
All the fishermen are away; the lotuses are blooming.
Placid, she sits. The cat may pounce, but doesn't succeed.
A horse freed, as grey herons glide, calmly.
With that voice, they both give us a song!
All the evening throughout the morning dawn, the only sound is of the clouds passing.
A soft breeze. And in the blueish green of a thousand hills, a single bird.
The voices of the people can't be heard; the spring sunrise.
Liquid topaz, release your energy and stay stable in calmness.
ACRYLIC ON CANVAS. POETRY ON PAPER.