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Red City

“The wheels are burning hot,

Turning sand Into glass cities,

Swallowing tarry black petroleum

as they layer upward.

But what are those loose ends, and woven strands

here, and there?

Are those the ladders of the angels,

Trapped on their way back up?”

Rosa Reidpoetess

Red City
TitleRed CityCollectionSilence ReturnedAuthorOlga ChnaraTechniquesAcrylic on canvasDimensions48 x 48 poPriceAsk me for priceShare

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