A young girl sang in a temple’s choir Of people tired in foreign domains, Of ships that sailed from native havens, Of all those striving their joy to regain.
.Her voice thus sang, and a sunbeam glittered Shining bright on her shoulder’s white And all from the darkness beheld and listened Her candid gown sing in the light.
It seemed to all that the joy was coming The ships in calm waters would moor in peace And tired men in distant countries Would finally find their long-sought bliss.
So sweet was her voice to the bright vault flying Yet, high above, in the altar’s black Privy to secrets, a child was crying That none of them would ever come back.
47x65 cm, acrylic, paper, 2020 Possible design - a baguette 3-5 cm. and mat 5-6 cm. The image can be sent both in the original version and in a file. The painting is sent both without decoration (baguette, mat, etc.) and with decoration at the request of the customer.
