Morra

Mörkö
Ships-swans are floating out of safe havens, and their light is filled with dew on the coastal rocks. Beautiful Morra nestle among the rocks and looking at the waves. Her hair damped from the bottom of the sea water, plastered as algae to her dress and merged with its patterns. In the dark dark woods no one, no soul, no light, no fire, only large owls silently flutter, and Morra enjoying the peace and quiet. White ships mooring the boat to the shore, and her happy dream forever broken.

Indian ink on paper.