Felted painting, murals Evening, steppe, sunset

Crimean steppe
Smell the sea from the Crimean wheat,
Silky it seems the fog
Blue roof beats a bird
And a barely audible rustle on.

Razletelos steppe dream of yesterday,
Pink sunset above the head,
And I nervously turned yellow arable land
Ear and dried grass.

The steppe is silent, anxiously smiling
The corners of pale lips,
-Tender, tired, gray-haired,
To late not known inland.

Here is a poem I found on the Internet to my felted picture or panel, as desired. Spring in the desert is a riot of colors. Last year's grass competes with the new, young, green. Something where nothing is growing, there are still Islands of bare ground. Here and there painted the scope first flowers, delighting the eye with its variety and bright colors. Krasivaea in the crimson evening sun with joy looking back on his steppe possession. We used the textured yarn from the master Natalia Mishina. The work will be a wonderful decoration of Your interior in the city or country house. At Your request, the picture can be framed in a wooden frame, but the price for it separate and not included in the price.