Whence con clues on

Monalisa is smiling there, mounted on the wall, eternally to be understood and felt along I saw many digital mimicry,of this, many carbon copies, but never the original subtlety of a song That never meant to belittle you, the one who works in a subway to earn with six inches,or even a footlong I never knew if facebook portal could allow her to rank the smiley of our sibling photoshoot, fading for so long. Many years flew by, to revere the painting, but never the original lifeline, to let down the trickling warmth, rolling down, winning the gravity of a sunday and unsung. Did I ever tell you, the sunlit sun has a way to reflect upon The pupils of the bright eyes, my morning chant, and often one muse, lifelong? whence con clues on, about intellectual depth and wrong!