A Postcard

Looking at the painting, toned thorough and strong Pure death of a lonely soul, last hour theme, so long! I was trying to grasp what I saw, and I do not know why I was not a critic of art; I never felt I would ever try! I kept on looking and looking, beyond all what I was able to see A familiar cry of inner pain? I might never be able to think that free. A postcard, written in my native language, such tremendous! Beautiful, precious, poetic words, quite lovable, quite joyous! One unique beauty she is! A touching stanza of dreams and longevity Dancing life through those words, those dancing words of creativity! An exact moment to earn a defeat, yet, I felt, I am somewhat relieved Unspoken wish for a soul, for the best, through this beautiful postcard!