Death Flower

Its start with my poem. Like dead of somebodies near to us. Like a woman, and pain her left. i was in... In pain! But its not enough. i was necessary to show it. And i painted! Every life, at the same time, its death. Like a death flower...

night, consign itself to the blind morning,
and i am collecting you from earth.
death flower...
 
 
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