Gold rain falls from a heavy sky,In patterns Klimt once knew.A lonely heart stands dreaming by,Where wildflowers drink the dew.The world is built of gilded thread,And blossoms bright and deep.A mosaic path for souls to tread,Before they fall to sleep.
Massive thanks go to everyone, for being here and for voting which was long and tedious! For that reason I am extending the time slot for entries to enable more people to add their work.
Once we are over 100 then voting will go back to just 20 again and it has varied in numbers of submissions from week to week.
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A lone figure stands in a vibrant field of wildflowers, their faces turned upwards to the summer rain, with distant thunder clouds rolling in. The rain is illuminated by golden evening light, creating a magical and serene atmosphere. The scene is rendered in a blend of surrealism and fantasy, reminiscent ...