Prompt: I don't feel sorry for the years wasted in vain, I don’t feel sorry for the soul of the lilac blossom. There is a fire of red rowan burning in the garden, But he can't warm anyone
Prompt: an architectural diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design
Style: Line Art
Prompt: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly
Prompt: painting. acrylic wash. warm colors. confident brush strokes. if lilacs were women...
Negative: earrings, orange
Prompt: an architectural orthogonal 45 degree diagram of a big kids playground, with an open gym, roof garden design for family gathering and kindergarden playground
Negative: perpective
Style: Line Art
Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.
Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
Prompt: And the birch tree stands In sleepy silence, And the snowflakes are burning In golden fire. And the dawn is laz
Prompt: Sweet smell, nectared flowers, bursting……..lightspeed senses, happiness coursing with existence, delicately embracing the smooth flowing lava from volcanic eruptions of thought, deep into the sky of the complicated mind of shimmering stars. This is the meaning of life……….the awakening of sultry depression forced into the world, begging on its bloody knees, just to be abandoned, intrigued to discover the separate but not dissimilar evolution of spirit and generation into never ending flowers of hope, destiny, spirituality, acceptance and love……..floating softly on a fantasy, living fast in the ecstasy, only now able to express, only now able to be and only now able to process………...what was and is. Ever so slowly dragging my feet through the soft golden sands made from tired souls metamorphosing into the bliss of running free in strides of light, bounding through understanding and living expression. The blinding light of all seeps into our ears and our minds, life and existence forced to fuse in the ultimate loneliness of your unknown thoughts………..taking over all emotion, bringing colour to a monochromic cesspool of dark thoughts.What is it that this means…..a slow lesson….the forbidden key…..forgiveness, understanding and love is all we need.
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: Acacia, red beans grow in the southern country, and spring brings forth a few branches. May you harvest more, this thing is most cherished
Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again.
Prompt: Tess stood in the garden, her eyes fixed on the plump red strawberries that glistened in the summer sun. As she reached down to pick one, she felt a pang in her heart. This simple pleasure, once taken for granted, had now become a source of agony for her. The memories flooded back - memories of a life free from shame, free from the burden of guilt. But fate had dealt her a cruel hand, and now she was forced to bear the weight of her sins. A tear rolled down Tess' cheek as she slowly plucked another strawberry, savoring the sweet taste of summer amidst the bitterness. For in this moment, she knew that she would never be able to fully enjoy life's simple pleasures again. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, henry asencio)
Prompt: I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyr, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: When the chrysanthemums bloom, the flowers have already withered. She was the only one who drove alone next to the sparse fence, which made people feel happy and different. What's even more different is that chrysanthemums prefer to retain their fragrant dead branches rather than be blown off by the north wind
Prompt: you hope lies in your spark, like candles in the dark, guide me with your heart, you caught me by surprise, blink of your eyes, light the colour in the sky
Prompt: The afternoon sun shone in through the window, and the magnolia in the room was half-asleep and half-awake
Prompt: I breathe in life, where shadows gently borrow,Exalting sorrows, in the dragon's marrow. I am the dragon, a tale to trace,In echoes of sorrow, I find my grace.Inhaling life's whispers, with flames that gleam,I am the dragon, in the river's dream.
Prompt: He was dressed in white, with snow-white skin, ebony like black pupils, a tall and heroic nose, and seductive red lips. He looked like a natural fairy, carefully carving hibiscus water
Prompt: He was dressed in white, with snow-white skin, ebony like black pupils, a tall and heroic nose, and seductive red lips. He looked like a natural fairy, carefully carving hibiscus water
Prompt: The bulbul's care is naught but the rose is his mate dear The rose's care is naught but to bring grace to her cheer Not all lure is what brings the lover's heart to its fall Master is he who bears compassion to his thrall. Now comes the time when blood gushes into the ruby's heart For the shard hath shattered its value and worth in the mart. The bulbul's power of speech came from the rose's boon Or his beak would be devoid of all this song and tune O thou who in the street of our Love tread Be careful; or his wall may shatter thy head The traveler is accompanied by a hundredfold soul Wherever he is, health and well-being be his dole O heart! Though the dice of health to thee was cast Sweet is the lot of Love. Cling to it hard and fast Intoxicated, the Sufi wore his hat askew Two more goglets, aslant his turban flew To the sight of thee the heart of Hafiz had been inclined It is now cherished with union. Put this torment behind.
Prompt: My temple is made of trees - it is a forest, and its vault is the sky,He is always with me, and wherever I am,I can wander into my mysterious temple,And in the thicket of the forest to worship the gods.He will heal my soul for free,No need to pay at the entrance for candles,It doesn't matter if it's late or early outside,But every leaf and every branch,They keep the memory of the wisdom of their ancestorsMy heart is at ease here, and wherever I am,My temple is a forest, and its vault is the sky.hd. professional photo,chiaroscuro
Prompt: Close my eyesShe's somehow closer nowSoftly smile, I know she must be kindWhen I look in her eyesShe goes with me to a blossom world
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: \"Spring Blossoms\": This phrase evokes a scene of vibrant flowers blooming in the warmth of spring, symbolizing renewal and new beginnings. It suggests a landscape filled with colorful and fragrant blossoms, under a gentle, sunny sky, capturing the essence of spring with its promise of growth and rejuvenation, and the joyful awakening of nature after the winter slumber.
Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!
Prompt: Everything perishable falls from the soul, Stories strike the clock The universe rings with silver, Dogs fly across the universe... The colors are burning fantastically, And, no matter how wise the head is, You still believe the fairy tale. The fairy tale is always right!
Prompt: How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss,
Prompt: LavenderLilacVioletPeriwinkleMauveAmethystPlumMagentaOrchidMulberryGrapeByzantiumHeliotropeThistleEggplantTyrian PurpleWisteriaHeatherBoysenberryRoyal PurpleMulberryWineRaisinPansyBerryIrisSangriaDamsonLoganberryPalatinateByzantineRegalDark OrchidPalatinate BluePalatinate PurpleJapanese VioletPuceAfrican VioletDark MagentaPatriarchByzantiumElectric PurpleDark LavenderSpanish VioletFrench LilacRed-violetMedium OrchidBlue-violetDark VioletCosmic Cobalt
Prompt: My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Prompt: A grain of sand like in sea waves, How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss, I'm lost, tired of thoughts
Prompt: A page written \"i won't die for love but ever since i met you, you could have my heart and i'd break it for you\"
Prompt: someday you came to me and I knew you were the one. You were the one i was dreaming all my life. When is dark you are my light
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze, and winter has snow
Prompt: listen up while I tell a story, of an artist growing old, some would try for game and glory, others aren't so bold
Prompt: On a sunny afternoon, Eddie and Lily decided to take a walk together in the small garden on the mountain. The mountain wind blew their hair, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves on the path. Lily suddenly stopped and looked at the distant mountains and rivers. She whispered, \"Eddie, our love is like this mountain, high, firm, and beautiful. Will you accompany me to climb this mountain?\"
Prompt: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation.I am moved to tears by the flowers of the hour, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.raining
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
