Blue touches green on the hill.
A child runs, trying to touch the shadows of the setting sun.
The mother laughs at the golden clouds
whose shadows cover her mouth.
Long grass waves to shape a flowing river.
They bend in time with her smile.
The child returns with news of the light that tries to catch the night.
They walk away with a crying step.
Day turns away from both of them
and sets to kiss the night.
They both forget the day.
Instead they hope for dreams of the setting sun.
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Author:
River123 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2026 17:34
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Comments1
A beautiful picture painted and a relationship not just with mother and child but nature as well. Nicely done
Many thanks . Glad you enjoyed
Most welcome
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