MY BEAUTIFUL. WIFE? Plates. april 2016
April 14, 2016
I reached as all for endless love
No news of joy, had come tonight
But flowing blood is brought to light,
That in the land where I was born
I find my home, in Russian storm,
Hope is crushed and life is shut
I endless sketched into the night,
No other way, I have to fight
With false hope and much despair
Try to remember, not to forget
So many of my fellow dead.
I paint my wife, she sleeping thigh
or standing naked under the light
In blood and black my fight is dellt.
My back-bound arms as war is felt
So far away, heartbroken fate
Like serving loved ones one a plate.