Comments about Joshua Marran
It’s raining and everything is dull
The sun is darkened by a blanket of clouds
The icy wind dominantly blow down your neck
And your hair as soldiers salute it
But then the rose as blood stains the picture
And its fragrance bring back the feeling of peace
The feeling of sweet, sweet victory
The sun’s swords slice through
The world receives everlasting beauty
And every soul begin to search
For what brought happiness...?
For what brought colour…?
For what brought peace…?