Beautiful Poem by Jon Butter

Beautiful



The picture is only of her face.
She floats on the page.
Her hair is more aura than earthly.
She is the most beautiful.
Daddy hired the famous one to draw her.
She died by a man’s knife.
The sketch, pencil on course paper,
Hangs hidden in a corner.
Her gaze is distant,
As if she knew.

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Jon Butter

Jon Butter

Seoul, Republic of Korea
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