ORCHID
Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
(Sam Hamill)
| Subject | 2.5 × 3 cm, Aquarell |
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| Paper | 300g Water Color Paper |
| Dimensions | 20 × 20 cm |