photo (90cm*135m), 2012

Whenever the night comes, the heart was the quiet atmosphere of infection.Only then will we find ourselves.In this deep black and blue in the night, the moon is cold, hard.Only my heart is soft, warm.I want to escape from here, follow the night footsteps, but do not want to see the sun in the morning, because I didn't want to have anything beyond my heart, my emotion.

  • Nada Ali
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