empathy

The soil drinks deep of crimson rain,
While mothers weep in endless pain.
Young hearts, once full of dreams and grace,
Now fade in fire and leave no trace.

Yet still the echo haunts the land,
Of broken swords and trembling hands.

A whisper calls in wind and flame:

Let no more fall in war’s cruel name.

I'm a self-taught artist skilled in painting and photography, exploring the digital realm through NFTs.

Sigh man, hurts. Great words and emotions though. Blessings to all.

I am traditional  & NFT artist who conveys peace & tranquility through both detailed and abstract works of creation.🎨 ✝️ https://linktr.ee/brooksgallery