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Blades of deadly green grass Flowing through the mountain pass Cut by streams like flowing glass Icy cold to the touch Reflecting luminous golden rays Gifted from heavens above A modest man tends his cattle Watching closely with one eye The other capturing a picture so sublime A life of duty he would never decline Tree's sway to the breath of the wind Testing the strength of their limbs Birds dance , singing hyms's Flowers stretch their petals high Towards the light so bright All the while a man tends his cattle In a mountain pass Full of beautiful green grass.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
Locus Amoenus
Blades of deadly green grass Flowing through the mountain pass Cut by streams like flowing glass Icy cold to the touch Reflecting luminous golden rays Gifted from heavens above A modest man tends his cattle Watching closely with one eye The other capturing a picture so sublime A life of duty he would never decline Tree's sway to the breath of the wind Testing the strength of their limbs Birds dance , singing hyms's Flowers stretch their petals high Towards the light so bright All the while a man tends his cattle In a mountain pass Full of beautiful green grass.
Locus amoenus is Latin for "beautiful place" I hoped to capture a scene of a beautiful place in a pastoral way. I hope you all enjoy.
BrokenLilac
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
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