A Poem Of the Digital Art

@Xpilar

On the edge of the wide ocean,
Upright cliffs challenge the incoming waves,
Touching the pink evening sky,
The sunlight slowly fades,
Decorating the horizon with golden sparkles.

The wind whispers softly among the trees,
While the sea rolls in a calm rhythm,
Orange and purple blend in the sky,
Like a beautiful painting that is incomparable.

Every gust of wind carries an old story,
About time that never stops running,
And there,
at the end of the world, I stand,
Enjoy the eternal tranquility of the twilight.