Midnight Strum in Monochrome
He lifts his chin to drink the distant light, A steady chord cuts through the salted air; The night is ink, yet hums with hidden fire, And every string becomes a whispered prayer. His long coat sways like shadow on a stage, The sky above turns grain to silver rain; He plays for streets that never learned his name, Till silence blooms, and echoes still remain.
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A3 (30×42 cm)
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