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