lost in a Roman, wilderness of pain- and all the children are insane, waiting for the summer rain-
while i look at this image, Hussein, i find myself over there- as it has that strength of grabbing, taking you away- into its desolation where many a times the modern man prays for it. it generates a grand feeling of the socially constructed 'evilness', but au contraire, i find it a place of rest- away from the dung of humans in the cities thinking of doing something great!!
for as i take, there is no possible human imagination that can suprass that of nature!
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