SEPTEMBER WHEN IT COMES

WV1361

2009

AZ

 

"I cannot move a mountain now;

I can no longer run.

I cannot be who I was then:

In a way, I never was.

 

I watch the clouds go sailing;

I watch the clock and sun.

Oh, I watch myself, depending on,

September when it comes..."

 

(Rosanna & Johnny Cash songs)

 

 

Coloured pencil and ink on $teinbach paper

Done