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!
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