Thick like candle-wax,
Warm like blood,
From the top of the canvas down to the bottom,
Making a jet-black streak on the blinding white.
A pair of wings shadows the canvas.
A black bird stands back,
Sets down a pot of black paint and proudly surveys his work,
Flashing a beady eye.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by Erda Estremera
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