A selection of the most beautiful texts and Poems about rice paddies that you can use for Instagram posts, captions, and stories.
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The paddy field is a piece of heaven
Where time stands still
And only the sound of water and breeze that brings the smell of the rice fields
It is a place where you can disappear and find yourself
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How green are the paddy fields
How beautiful the rice fields are
when the wind blows
What a rice field
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The wind of the Shalat paddy field
brought to dance
No one but me
Put your hand in your hair
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My heart is a garden full of oranges
My heart is calm and gentle in the morning of the paddy field
My heart is morning
hello
a kiss
a love
a breeze
The fragrance of a smile
The sweet sound of string and fiddle
From a further path even
I love you so much
I want a field full of thyme and oregano
Nima Yoshij
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It was just raining
Your hands had reached the softness of the paddy field
and your perfume
had discredited the perfumes of the world
Life was a calm ocean
the wind came
There was a storm
you are lost
And I still hope to find you
You, whose voice played the most beautiful symphony in the world
I am standing in the rain
To caress me again with your voice
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With the smell of paddy fields
I wake up
I get drunk
******
The sky is clear
And imagination rides on the clouds
The land is covered with greenery
It smells like lemons and rice fields
This is the birthplace of love
This is the north
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Among the green waves of the paddy field
Your green stature was visible
In the green night of the paddy field
The moonlight shines in your eyes
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His speech was silent
A man who knew a lot
Maybe he was aware
which is a scarecrow on the rice field of ignorance
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The footprints of the paddy field are smiles
Where your eyes put butterflies to sleep
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I have calmed down
No, I shake my head to say hello
And not a hand to say goodbye
Like a scarecrow in the middle of a paddy field
who laughs and does not move
And the surroundings are full of
Beautiful singing birds
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The paddy field is where life flows
A place where people mingle with nature
The paddy field is a symbol of hope and life and the symphony of nature
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September means no
Shahrivar one thousand three hundred and – I won’t say how many –
It means one-time rain without an umbrella
It means the smell of half-burnt paddy fields
and the air of the Caspian with wet sands
I mean, I love you relentlessly, relentlessly beautiful
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