An Artist Lived There
The alley and the house are all a beautiful street scene. A home in New Orleans, this colorful well watered hanging garden, with flowers cascading towards the street below. I Picture the alley was used for rendezvous but now full of rue, because one is gone into the blue and the other still remembers all the beauty shared but joy is still found, if one listens to the sounds
~ aquarelle suspense a flowering remembrance mirrors the painting ~ a flowing moment that catches an impression within art and life
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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