It's pure light
she says
looking at her wedding dress
Oh look at the rice in sunlight
blessing the bright
people say with joy
throwing it like a toy
I hate the color white
it´s dark as night
he says
thinking of his daily stress
picking up the rice
being poor as mice
Oh, look at those hurting hands
of me and my friends
fighting the tears
and our fears
This is my Interpretation of the painting above by Pavel Kuchinski for the ARTchallenge #13. Submit what you thinf of the painting and win some steem.