Photography

I wish it rains, the greens get drunk, the wind roars in the ivy's hair, and your memory climbs through the window of distance, and you don't get tied to the teeth of two worlds and thousands of people.

Let the elements carry your memories away, freeing you from the burden of two worlds and countless faces. Embrace the rain, the greens, and the wind, finding solace in nature's embrace.

Beautiful poem! It reminds me of the breathtaking scenery of a snowy mountain range, where the wind whispers secrets to the pines.