Their whispers are my roar,
And so I set forth, drooping,
Through halos of delusion,
My forms, and my own phantom.
All proceeds from this print will go to bringing Dyab to Canda to be with his wife.
Their whispers are my roar,
And so I set forth, drooping,
Through halos of delusion,
My forms, and my own phantom.
All proceeds from this print will go to bringing Dyab to Canda to be with his wife.