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Filmmaker   Writer   Photographer

Salvation

 

 

White color is released from my hand

Red is spinning in my head

Black takes me away

 

 

Love flaps its wings in the air

I cannot catch it

 

 

A sheep cries

Upon his mother’s blood

As it traces death’s dance on the ground

 

The sorrows in the chest

The smiles in the picture frames

What a riot it is...

This resurrection of solitude

 

 

Love flaps its wings in the air

I cannot catch it