MONA LISA
Sonnet by Victor Hudson
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A simple square fits frame's embrace,
Where play of shadow, light, and hue,
Reflected subtle, fleeting grace
Of quiet smile and blooming youth.
Mankind, in its relentless stroll,
Perceived on canvas higher plane:
Endearing gentleness of soul,
Enthralling sound of the name.
Poetic rhyme, defying time,
Aloof of age and circumstance,
So is the image of sublime,
Suspended in enchanted trance,
And so am I, eternal paying toll
To beauty's everlasting call.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nicely penned sonnet, Victor. Thanks