Genur.art

Just a beautiful design work how I see the passing summer. Of course it's her, the woman, the most beautiful creature on earth. But now she is a sad sur. Careless strokes of paint, a crumbling mosaic of the patterns so carefully laid out in summer. A bouquet of tightly braided wildflowers that won't budge. More and more pale colors. More sad eyes. But it leaves its mark.