Three silent shapes against the breeze, Standing still on the edge of time, With windows like heavy, shuttered eyes O’er a field of poppies and sighs. The earth burns with an ancient red, While the sky, in its weary green, Rests on the roofs like a secret unsaid. No footstep falls, no voice is heard, Only the wait for those long gone, Midst barren trees with blossoms of blood.
Plexiglass
Robusto acrilico resistente alla luce con effetto di profondità