Size: "12x16" (30.5x 40.7cm) Poem By F.Isci Death is like the cease of the heartbeat as it slowly pours the dreadful news thus holding the mind and body still without a movement but the painful sickness of shock. The mother cries as family members that once stood beside her has met their fate and time awaited to take them from her. Time has slowly started to spread the growth of wrinkles upon her precious face as her child is meeting the same fate soon to be buried next to her beloved husband. Slowly her talent also meets the same fate of death and alive she walks in those dusty streets aiming for the worst survival of lamenting for change as an exchange of life and to one day tell her story to her future listeners.