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What do you ask for, looking into the depths of your soul?!
There are no trees, wind, grass in the wasteland.
But do not rush to leave here,
Showing your heart your former disposition.
Stop and hold your gaze.
On the rare, slowly growing, but alive.
Let the mind feel how pain and poison
Burn in your righteous fire.
And the body, cured of melancholy,
Again will give the joy of Being!
Have you heard the whisper of prayers since then?!
Which I read for you…

Wood. Oil.
50x60 June 2024