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Evard Munch - 'pioneer of modern arts and expressionism' - lived from 1863 to 1944. His life was full of despair, sad- and sickness. This Norwegian artist inspired me to start writing again. The painting is called "The Kiss" / 1892 and yeah... I just wanted to share my thoughts on that.
Sea Of Faces
I am almost going insane
Pale faces, clothes are dirty, black
Eyes all look merely the same
They force me go, to move back.
I am almost going to drown
In the river of lonely shapes
In the sinful city, the tortured town
Away, everything simply fades.
I am really longing to trace
If they know my Saviour's grace
If they like to sing Him praises.
I am almost going insane
Death by drowning; It's them to blame
The blazing sea of faces.
"The Kiss"
In the secret, in the sweet embrace
Where time does not run, neither fade
They kiss each other for His sake
So this is where the lovers' scence takes place.
Though this very night is dark, so blue
Still there are pale people passing by
A silent bark, a voice, a cry
And only the lovers' passion shines through.
He holds her tightly in his arm
She is attracted by his charm
This mysterious moment, face to face.
A loving look, a glowing glance
Real love doesn't happen by chance
Only by His mercy, by His grace.
back home.
