as the trees danced wild,4x6 |
and the free wind all around,4x6(won honorable special mention in traveling show in Cologne, Germany) |
sun pokes through,4x6 |
the air hangs silent,4x6 |
the air was tobacco sweet,11x14,mixed on paper |
sunlight comes in through the windows |
red clouds forming in between,4x6 |
and the free wind all around,4x6,mixed on paper |
rain washed stars,4x6,mixed on paper |
a dark and troubling corner of the world |
intoxicating fragrance to the air |
the sun's warmth feels like a soothing balm |
sun pokes through a cloud |
in the chill and stillness of the moment |
like a cloud blocking the sun |
your purple anger |
the air has a slight burnt smell |
the pink behind the darkness |
my sun,moon and stars
the prediction of wind |
the night the bombs sprayed smoke |
mellow pink clouds outside |
the sky is a collage of pink and gray |
as far away from myself if I can |
gentle weeping of the sky |
soaking up the warmth |
The wind is ferocious |
snowbanks sculpted like dunes by the wind |
the landscape all white |
under a red-orange sky |
not quite healed scars |
it's a whisper spoken to the sidewalk |
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