Brush made of feelings paints the space around me..
Dreams in my mind.
I’m the moon that shines in your night,
watching you from high above,
care for you, protect you with my light.
I’m also the wind that touches your face,
invisible kiss on your lips after which I’m gone.
In the end, I’ll become a tree,
reaching my branches towards the never end,
but those branches could become arms again,
if only you’d hold me in your arms.
Irena Mila is one of the Lundagards photographers.
She studies Biology, and has as previously exhibited works in New Delhi, Belgrad and Štip, Macedonia.
