mona-lisa-690203_960_720The curve of the smile, that tinted hint of a style

smothered emotions yet plaintive sight

she beamed through the layers

as if she had bought infinite time

they winked their eyes and flickered thoughts at her

she stood there still gleaming through the time

they mourned the passing time

she speaks a little tale

as the light shall fall through haze so shall fall your view

a smile here, a frown there, a minute twitch of the lips here

what colors did to her

the maiden’s playful bizarre fare

a thousand murals and paintings lie

a million more for the naked eye

yet there she stands

the one of his retrospective.




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