“An Evening Air I go out in the grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.
I go out into the hard loneliness of the barren field of grey evening In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.
In the gathering darkness a long, swift train suddenly Passes me like a lighting. Hard and ponderous and loud are the wheels. As ponderous as the darkness, and as beautiful.
I look on, enchanted, and listen to the sounds of lamentation In the soft fragrant air. The long rails, grey-dark, smooth as a serpent, shiver, and
A soft, low thing cries out in the distance, But the sounds are hard and heavy, In the air the odor of flowers and the sounds of lamentation.” ― Samar Sen
“Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.” ― J.D. Salinger
ANALOGICA
Minolta Vectis S-1, 80-240 mm EXPLORING new plays. kodak aps ultra advantix 25ex - and yes, this colour roll is very old, but for that,... well, and yes, find the scanner
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beautiful poem. Transformaaaaaaaaation. Beautiful flowers. Really like the light that flows in your gallery...through some pieces you share...orange beautiful light. Soothes the soul
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