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ConceptGive my lamentations to the birdsConcept
Give my love to the roses
Give my fire to the tired
The weak, the cold, the insomnia stricken
We are the wind between canyons
The figures in the dimming light
Give my waters to the Earth
Skin to the rays that pierce the trees
Life to the woman clad in white
I am the blade, root, and rope
The fog above the morning lake
The wax from a dead candle
by =wazabees
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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mr-sarcastic1984, specializing in anything from landscapes to nature. [link]
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