Digital painting and poem, by: Nanang Suryadi (@penyaircyber)
there is always something wet, maybe a memory, painted with bare fingers, on a stretched canvas,
a road step by step revealing the secret of the fate of the encounter, armed with longing, really your promise I believe, Love
I learned in love that fights the cunning of the swindlers from age to age
I wish your love, to meet your face, only with sincerity, love will arrive. only
