just a-waitin’ around, aching for the days, when pain flees, scurrying away,
where the mind is not wracked by desolation, and life seems not just an aberration,
where thorns are shorn, where wild flowers grow …
to that place of peace, where peaceful waters flow … … …
'illusory art' by Maya
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hope the pain goes … love the painting
It shall as it must my dear dear friend