Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
The dream leaves traces on the face, emotions without words, I feel and see it, the night is long, love in thoughts Jasmin ....
Yes, Jasmin. Good wishes. Thank you.
In that dream smoke rising out of the chimney on a faraway sky,nearby my parents house.....in that cloud of smoke a face of my father....
Beautiful. And such are the things I feel when I draw.
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The dream leaves traces on the face, emotions without words, I feel and see it, the night is long, love in thoughts Jasmin ....
Yes, Jasmin. Good wishes. Thank you.
In that dream smoke rising out of the chimney on a faraway sky,nearby my parents house.....
in that cloud of smoke a face of my father....
Beautiful. And such are the things I feel when I draw.
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