Black sea

Your hands - dumb silence,
your eyes sleep on the picture
wind streams in my hand
I just draw

Dry leaves, grass land,
delicate, transparent dew
white spots in my canvas,
I want to understand the sunset

And glass powder, a memorial for them
with hand in the dust I just draw
Empty heart, desolate heart,
white spaces in me
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Okay about those trades,I'll work over them those days but I don't promise anything couse I'm so not feeling like drawing them and stuff


Art (c) Me
Model (c) Random
Lyrics (c) Дони и Момчил