by Mahfuzur Rahman
Artwork Description
Red Grain
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When the grass has grown old and the body lays cold in the browning wheat, the evening tears have fallen leaving diamond traces, a nightingale sings a somber song, it sounds like a maiden weeping and like the ghost of the wind - I lay in the red wheat field
Artwork Details
Medium: Painting Oil
Genre: Impressionistic