Exodus Print

The harness creaks, the saddle, ice under the hooves... I heard: someone has returned, but doubts gnaw The lost years the battlefield is not the same dimension In which such an unprecedented outcome is possible. We're all lost forever, we have nothing to do with it The only plus is that there are no counts of us in this fog... No, I'm not sad, I just go to work From work and maybe even somewhere else. I pick the door with the usual usual key, And the kettle boils, convincing that everything is safe, But I didn’t come back and I’ll hardly ever succeed, My sword still sticks out over my shoulder. I am very tired of circling the labyrinth of roads. We all got lost, but somehow forgot about it. Spring and summer are lost on the battlefield, And the winters remained - and this is a sad result. The dawn, flaring up, will warm hope and behold There are rumors that someone has really returned And drinks sweet tea, eating jam from a saucer, And now he finally lives in the found summer.

Print:Giclee on Fine Art Paper

Size:10 W x 10 H x 0.1 D in

Size with Frame:15.25 W x 15.25 H x 1.2 D in

Delivery Time:Typically 5-7 business days for domestic shipments, 10-14 business days for international shipments.