In Die Wolke No. 4
R7500,00
I tiptoe where the daylight fades,
Where silence learns to sing.
The clouds keep all their little secrets,
And never tell a thing.
The wind forgets my name each day,
The sky forgets it too.
Perhaps that’s why I love the clouds…
They never ask me to.
In Die Wolke No. 4
Oil on stretched canvas
90 cm by 75 cm
