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Her smile
With a delicate twist of the lips
A softening grasp of the gut
How her eyes drift to horizons
Swirling roads of thought
Entwined wrap around disposable trees
Which hide truths and lies between
Tumultuous...... Skies
A bookish stand
Over delicate hands
She stands
Gazed upon
Gazed upon
Soaked up
Time and time again
By an entourage of ghostly forms
They come
They go
Stand and soak
They breathe
And judge
Consider
Half smile
Barely realising the humour
Then
As all other observers
They die...
Dear Lisa
Lovely Mona Lisa
The victim of time
Trapped in wood
Holder of the secrets
Hardly understood
When time is past and mine life is left
You shall still gaze out
With barely a smile
Bereft.
'How her eyes drift to horizons Swirling roads of thought' Beautiful expression! Liked it.
The perfect smile that meets so many gazing eyes and hopefully always will. A lovely tribute to a silent and gracious lady.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In my apartment I have a large beaded wall hanging depicting the lovely Mona Lisa. Just recently had photos shot of myself, in front of her, trying desparately to replicate the half smile....could not come close! Maybe if I knew what she was actually pondering.... She is majestically mysterious. Wonderful write!