2022 10x13 Sculptured foil emboss done with Cooper die on handmade paper
Translation of the poem
Like an illusion passing by.
You are my source of life. My fountain. My beloved
I am longing for you. Waiting for you with all of my heart.
Remember that night?
When we were gasping for fresh, clean air.
We were counting the stars in the sky.
That night was short.
When our souls and hearts were one.
My homeland, my darling, is so far away.
Therefore, your sweet heart
Keeps memories of me.
Springtime is about to begin.
The birds are chirping loudly.
Please my dear girl,
Wait for my return.