Title: The Wind Cries Mary

Desc: A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife And the wind it cries mary The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is is dead And the wind screams mary Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past And with this crutch its old age and its wisdom It whispers no this will be the last And the wind cries mary       -Jimi Hendrix

Media: Mixed Media

Size: 14 x 18

Genre: nude

Price Range: Fine Art $100-$500

In calendar: Yes