"The Wounded Angel"
Artist: Hugo Simberg
What would make an angel cry? What could bruise its bones or blind its eye?
The boy in the black marches forward, as solemn as death, and the boy in the back frowns in the direction of you and me, as they carry the angel through a dull winter field with the horizon shrouded by a waning white fog. The angel's head is hung low, the flowers in its right hand lifelessly hang the same, and there is something about the boy in the back's glare that makes us feel we're the ones to blame.
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