Posted on 2026-08-23
Description
Unfinished poem
I have learned not to hurry every silence into words.
Some thoughts need an open ending.
Like a path disappearing into mist.
Like a tree that keeps growing
long after no one is watching.
Perhaps unfinished is simply another name for what is still alive.
Material
- Canvas
Dimensions
W 50 cm x H 50 cm x 2 cmStyle
- Expressionistic
Subject
- Landscapes & Sea and Sky