The Picture On The Parlor Wall
There by the window is a huge portrait
It is quite whimsical yet dark despite sunshine
The eyes seem to follow you when you walk by
And it is rumored the woman was blind
But she had a sixth sense telling fortunes
And it is as if her portrait still reads you
I feel her soul seeping in the photo like an old tea bag
Such a handsome woman who had no glasses
Her eyes seem to always see despite the blank stare
Beneath the fluff of eyebrows peering below her huge hat
Her dress was colorful once now faded by time
She was known to be kind but eccentric but
A bit rebellious for a woman of her day
Each time I look at the eyes
I feel a strange sensation
Like she is not finish telling fortunes
Was she greeted by the death angel upon her end
Or did she rebel and descend to hell
Perhaps we find out when it is our time.
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