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Anchored somewhere
Between memory and reverie,
A boat drifts alone
In the shimmering sea,
While the golden clouds
Hang above,
Cradling a ship,
A thing of the past
That could not sail
Into the future.
Anchored somewhere
Between memory and reverie,
A boat drifts alone
In the shimmering sea,
While the golden clouds
Hang above,
Cradling a ship,
A thing of the past
That could not sail
Into the future.
***
These days, people are using AI to generate images and avatars based on a written prompt. Even at work, my Boss asked me to explore this.
I don't know if you noticed that I did not insert a picture here like in my other posts. I want you to read the words and then close your eyes. Did my words create an image in the back of your mind or make you think about someone/something?
If yes, that was my motive. Leave your thoughts in the comments below.
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