Each morning I paint the cries of the birds in the air.
You know: I have too much silence in me,
Too little tears.
Only my colors weep.
Background: a survivor- a painter: the difficulty of expressing the sadness.
Each morning I paint the cries of the birds in the air.
You know: I have too much silence in me,
Too little tears.
Only my colors weep.
Background: a survivor- a painter: the difficulty of expressing the sadness.