Seeing her,
Is like living blessed for times forever,
Seeing her,
Like a painting, an afternoon on her shoulders,
Bathing in the sun,
A book of poems on her lap,
Is like being into her dreams,
Her own inexpressible self,
Seeing her,
Under an afternoon sun,
Gold on her shoulders,
Is like a painting perhaps,
Her eyes reading words,
Never written but painted like flowers,
Is like being a poem forever,
Seeing her
Overlooking life
As flowing
Beneath,
A rivulet,
Is like being into a painting.
(Note: loosely based on a painting, by Richard Johnson, USA )
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