The cloth covering the window is
A wave that doesn't conceal completely, nor opens.
I endure many nights
Looking at your shadow coming over the cloth And the wall reflecting the ripple of it.
-Excerpt from artist’s poem.
The cloth covering the window is
A wave that doesn't conceal completely, nor opens.
I endure many nights
Looking at your shadow coming over the cloth And the wall reflecting the ripple of it.
-Excerpt from artist’s poem.