PROSE POEM monet
Elusive, scenes,reflections of the commonplace,the fugitive ephemeral, somewhat surreal linger long.Nothng is what it seems ,moving masterpieces ,fleeting,as is,impressions.Translating nature into art,sharing the experience again.again..and again
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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