PN 1270. The Scream

The text from the pastel version of The Scream.

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I was walking along the road with two friends
The Sun was setting – the Sky turned blood-red.
And I felt a wave of Sadness – I paused
tired to Death – Above the blue-black
Fjord and City Blood and Flaming tongues hovered


My friends walked on – I stayed
behind – quaking with Angst – I
felt the great Scream in Nature