Generative Arts

Arts generated by algorithms and artificial intelligence.

[shenyang70s]

In memory of that old summer day Loom blue water, delicate and bright, We speak a little, you speak the way. Making a quiet cloud before night.

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The sunset glow tinted the sky red

Gleamed with a heavy cloud of cloud and day,

The golden silence in thy hand was vital,

But not a dream shall sever me away!

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Flowers and reading in a sunshine afternoon Behold for a good discerning glass! Came at the window along the noon, Where life is music to alas!

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When the sun goes down in a field of hope

Something in my eye on the wild sky.

That little memory gave its scope;

Down in the southern night attracts the stars.

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A butterfly talks to each flower

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The Hydrangeas bushes I see from my window are a vivid purple color Hot and humid today so they do stand out

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welcoming spring cherry flowers softly bloom winter's pink farewell

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I wonder how a rhododendron smells. Such a lovely word should have a scent To match, but words keep secrets the object tells; What fragrance could this flower represent?

I've smelled my share of flowers, sweet and sour: Roses for rapture, Chrysanthemums for trust, Daisies for friendship with magic healing power, Rue for unrequited, and lilies for lust.

I'd like to make a newer scent by breeding Flowers with all the traits I love the best. My unconditional tulip has been pleading For a sweeter scent than all the rest.

Your love has such a scent my love can blend on Sweet enough to smell like Rhododendrons.

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Promised land - Samuel Menashe At the edge Of a world Beyond my eyes Beautiful I know Exile Is always Green with hope - The river We cannot cross Flows forever

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I heard the sakura has blossomed

I heard the moonlight has spilled

sakura in the moonlight

a taste of peace on this windowsill

moonlight embracing sakura

lovingly

it's their moment of intimacy

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A dynasty of diamonds in the sky,

You stretch beyond the hemispheres of sight

Scattering stardust like lavish silt as

Unseen tidal forces conspire to tear you apart.

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Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves.

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Mending the sky.

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As the star gradually evolves and forms into different entities, it is either a planet, an asteroid, or a nebula — or even just a speck of dust and never formed.

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Beautiful lives are those that bless Silent rivers of happiness, Whose hidden fountains but few may guess.

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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

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A spring field replete with flowers

as conch blows circular patterns-

candle whispers between fluorescences