Everyone is lonely and every soul is glowing. Only tranquility can make people see the colors of souls. I wrote a poem with my painting recording my monologues and words I said to myself, portraying you and me as well as the warmness of the nature.

 

“Green”

In Amazon 

Fifty words for green

While in my hometown

Countless words for green

 

They veil the mountains and

Block the hills

People have to flee away 

 

Everyone is a desert 

Everybody is a wasteland

So is the nature