sleeping children adrift on their rafts a distant voice a sighing of draughts crestfallen tulips in artificial light shadows too dark brightness too bright nocturnal meadows a thought someone stole jet-black and shiny the darkness of coal silent servants now calmly unfold a blanket of solace laid on the cold

Hans Op De Beeck#7,125

sleeping children adrift on their rafts a distant voice a sighing of draughts crestfallen tulips in artificial light shadows too dark brightness too bright nocturnal meadows a thought someone stole jet-black and shiny the darkness of coal silent servants now calmly unfold a blanket of solace laid on the cold at Hans Op De Beeck featuring Hans Op de Beeck.