30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
30*20 cm. Paper. Gouache.
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Language of the Earth
My language is my tree.
My language is my bird.
My language is my sea.
My language is my sky.
I write my messages to people.
Their language is war.
Their language is indifference.
Their language is envy.
If they lose the language of love
Then I will stop to write them.
first published in Gival Press
The walk along the street of your words
You were worthy of love …
The different streets exist in towns.
But I would like to find the street
which was full of your sunny words.
I remember it was summer.
I remember it was the town.
The town was a ruler of various streets.
crowded streets…
deserted streets…
dead-end streets…
I preferred the unusual street of your words
which you created for me specially.
Nobody else knew my secret.
I have found the town.
I have found the street.
I have a walk along the street of your words.
They did not disappear after a long time.
My walk is full of your sunny words.
I know them all except
the words “He was worthy of love”.
These new words are written
by a sad drizzling rain
on a glass of pools
for me specially.
Forgive us our sins
The Earth has much beauty yet.
Because many people have an admiration with
Her
Calm Snow,
Strong Rivers,
Soft Rains,
Heavy green grass,
White Clouds.
…
The Earth reflects the feeling of love to people.
Her
Soft rains play music of dreams.
Calm snow covers troubles of people.
The sky paints beautiful pictures with white clouds.
...
The Earth has much beauty yet.
As a beloved woman who can forgive the pain.
first published in Gival Press