Dirty hands with soil I’m touching my face and caressing it, Soil on soil leave delicate traces As the first day And I feel how a seed from the mud That goes up on my face Lay tender roots in the meat Thrilled by the afternoon. I would be amazed to see a flower With my blood flowing in her, As a nourishment arrivedIn myself from the ground.
vibrant piece - great movement
really love the flower and lively strokes in this!
Beautiful - and a wonderful piece for the prompt.
Very beautiful and mysterious image. I love the soft edges.
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