The Painting Poem by John Balaban

The Painting



The stream runs clear to its stones;
the fish swim in sharp outline.
Girl, turn your face for me to draw.
Tomorrow, if we should drift apart,
I shall find you by this picture.

Thursday, January 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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