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GOLDEN FRAME
In the soft candlelight
The painting seemed to say,
Come look at me more closely
Let your eyes upon me lay.
She knew at once the heart shaped face
In this painting trimmed with gold,
The eyes they held a secret,
A story yet untold.
The closer she came to the painting
She noticed the pale white skin,
The arching of the eyebrows,
The lips so very thin.
The eyes they seemed to stare at her
The lips they tried to speak,
Cold chills embraced her body
Her legs had grown weak.
The artist name she didn't know
But the ancient date was clear,
She starred inside the golden frame
Like she was looking in a mirror.
Lynn (Hanna) Barany.
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