Da Vinci ,Leonardo.
Smoke lingering with dust in the missile-filled air. Limbs distorted, men in Death's grasp, gasping their last breath. Heaving in mud, hard rain falling down on the down-trodden. Climbing over dead things only to be burned alive, all dignity negated.
Lisa Del Giaconda
Sunday, 18 December 2011
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