Tarkovsky
I found seeping water from fountains' depth
Flowing along celluloid reels and reels
Dripping my senses with humidity and moist
Human stains remained in cinema scope
Light and space; shadows and voids
Filled with water clinging drop by drop
Sounds of aqueous turbulence
Made incarnation of memories
Tarkovsky, you are the 'Stalker'
'Steamroller and violin' maker
Nostalgic shades of dying memories
'Sacrifice' of light for the human being
-Lalindra Perera
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