Sunday, March 17, 2013

The Painting


The Painting

Hanging above the fireplace
Her eternal beauty framed in gold
Perfectly trimmed ginger hair
Covering skin made of the purest silk
In her hands of ivory a flower rests
What is she thinking as she smells her flower?
Is there something in the way she stands?
The way her hand cups the fragile petals
Are her closed eyes hiding a sadness?
Are they holding back tears of joy?
Those are questions that will never be answered
She will not reveal her secrets
She is just a beauty hanging on a wall
Smelling a rose
Surrounded by a golden frame

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