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Path In Montemartre, Vincent Van Gogh (1886)
sweet smell of blossoming chamomiles, towering pine trees and the pleasant evening.
Wild poppies, 1873
Faint whisper of leaves in the trees and the sweet, citrusy fragrance of wild poppies.
"vous Γͺtes belle."
-Claude Monet
- John William Ashton (Australian, 1937-1943)
Lanterns glimmering in the pale moonlight, a gentle breeze caressed her glass, shimmery skin.
- Alan Wolton, 1934 (impression art)
Pleasing sight of the setting sun painted in pale tint of orange, glittering in the fresh rippling water of the lake, a calm gust of wind driving down the valley bringing out a perfect blend of tranquillity and bliss to one's soul, soft murmuring of birds- chirping and cooing, more like calling out their loved ones bring life to the whole scenery.
She twirled jubilantly in her garden, dancing along the melody of the fresh breeze, blithely welcoming the sweet spring.
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She is a wild flower in a rose field.π¦
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Ethereal ππ«
I want to dance
With your wildness and
Play in your beautiful mess
Serein
And in the middle of my chaos, there was you.
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Apricity
Your stare is like the sun warming my face on a cold day
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