Let me paint this land of mine
Wash the sky with powder blue
Forbid existence to clouds anew
Mix a brave and earthy green
To stand for the most honest sturdy trees you’ve seen
Gild the fields in golden hues
Then, remember those puffy clouds? We’ll call back those
Daub them liberally around the edges
To underscore the hedges
Say now, if you will, is not the hand
Which created this land
Simply divine

Beautiful written ❤️
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Thank you 🥰🥰🥰
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I love this it’s like a timelapse of a landscape painting coming to life – indeed created by a divine hand ♥️
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Wow, it works. That was my intent. 🙏💖
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Yes it certainly does 🩷
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🙏💖
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A stately verse- and I agree with its every word!
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Thank you, my friend 🙏💖
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Simply divine. You can say that again!
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I’m glad you agree 🙏💖
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Beautiful💜💜💜
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Thank you, Willow. I think my heart was in it!
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You have painted it so beautifully. White flowers are awesome.
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It is so… English. More than that, I’d say Norfolk! 🙏🥰🥰🥰
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Gorgeously done, some very pretty painting in this one!
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Thank you. My intent! Happy that it works
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