EVAPORATION
From the lip
of the forest green leaf
I drip
into the infinity of falling
Tumbling down the bright air
to capture a millions suns
in the dazzling rapture of a splash
And all the tiny beads of my becoming
like oceans
in the acres of time
Until evaporation
as vague as night
gathers the dreaming clouds
One day
perhaps a thousand days away
I will collect myself
Into the brief holiness of rain
(Chris Weallans)
| Subject | ∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell |
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| Paper | 300g Water Color Paper |
| Dimensions | 20 × 20 cm |