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Depth of Illusion (Free verse) by Beyond_Dreams

She danced in beauty throughout the night, the impressionable chill of the Starry Night; Her eyes twinkled bright like a continuous painting of delicate delight. Swirled with gold and trimmed with desire, she nestled under the slumbering tree curled up in a ball with Georgia O'Keeffe. Waited for sun break to let the lilies free, and as her eyes closed feeling the warmth from the sun; and the hush of the wind, Picasso painted 'The Dream' and she waited until the moon licked the lake once more.

Luzr 1-Feb-05/1:07 AM
Incredibly. Both the retort and the words of this poem.




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