Painting And Writing
Poem 'Gold in Man'
Gouache painting, 'Self Portrait'; I.G.
Gold in Man
Increased age bleached wings
Through them yesterday, and tomorrow
Still flowing in my veins
And wisdom together
And the pain, and the small joys.
When
I will stop growing a tree branches to the sky
For an insider treacherously hand cut off
The sun will rise grandeur of the pyramids
And the high Gods will smile to the one who lost.
22.05.2016
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