Love poem to Summeria
Sku : 

Once you were Sumerian,


Or from Uruk , Your wide eyes burned away my paper


 Where should I sketch my poetry? On my chest? Or maybe on rocks?


I engraved my childhood in Kremat,


 I hid between the alleys,


I looked into the eyes of women; My heart was young, And fresh, like an orange


 I don’t know if I had ever loved you . . . Or any of the others!


I saw you a thousand times, I saw you yesterday, and a long while ago


 I saw you take nothing, and steal everything!


Once you were Sumerian, In an era that knew no history


 You were Babylonian, In a period that knew no love!

Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 30x24

Regular Price  $800.00
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