Women’s Freedom

It was as if he was on the path of flight visualization that one day that bird appeared As if they were from the green lines of imagination Those fresh leaves that breathed in the lust of the breeze as if Those purple flames that burned in the pure mind of the windows It was nothing but an innocent imagination of the light It was windy in the street This is the beginning of destruction. On the day when your hands were destroyed, the wind was blowing … Words and Art (painted by hand in iPhone, digital, Pocket, illustration): ElhamTeh This sketch took 4 days of my time Size: 2048*2048 Px Your engagement and support is always appreciated!