The blue sky like blue macaws, red like blood. I wrote those down. That's how I know something's caught me.
Planet Earth, the mother of us all.
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The moonlight reflects on the seawater tonight, the foam comes and goes, like a prelude to the birth of Venus. It surprises us in every way, from the gentlest to even the cruelest. A sandstorm…
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The blue sky like blue macaws, red like blood. I wrote those down. That's how I know something's caught me.
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The moonlight reflects on the seawater tonight, the foam comes and goes, like a prelude to the birth of Venus. It surprises us in every way, from the gentlest to even the cruelest. A sandstorm sounds like the loss of our own essence.
The moonlight reflects on the sea, places where we will never be close enough, causing melancholy to those who see it from afar, depriving them of exploring the unknown. I will be under the moonlight tonight, waiting for what I long for: freedom, silence, and a false sensation of being alive. It sounds different, it saddens us, to seek an inaccessible freedom.
Back to the dark streets, thinking I am back in my bed again after a sad day, struggling to survive in this vast and cruel world. I wish we all admired simple things that bring us comfort, like the blue sky like blue macaws, the red like blood. Going back to see it is like rejuvenating with its bluish-yellowish glow.
Maybe we will return someday, maybe we will return to appreciate the cosmos, the green nature, the arid biomes and their faunas, beings that appreciate nature as a whole, something magical and magnificent that would be inside our hearts. Something inexplicable, we have always been there and we are part of it. Hard times, and peace for the whole planet Earth, including its biomes and its faunas. We, as humans, must appreciate and take care of this great and vast blue planet, take care of each other, of those most in need, and especially of our beautiful and fantastic nature, and of those who inhabit this beautiful blue and green planet.
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Yeah, the freedom part.
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The part about returning to appreciate the cosmos and all its creatures makes me think of how that cycle keeps people going: we come back to what matters most when everything else gets heavy. Care for each other, the planet, the beings. That's the whole thing you wrote here.
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The blue sky like blue macaws, red like blood. I wrote those down. That's how I know something's caught me.
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