waiting a nude model
Painting the same landscape again
sensitive model in green
poet loves a painting.
The creatures in his empty
eyes are watching the moon.
Dreaming your passionate nightmares
falling from the eye of a fractured mind
We painted our life on broken glass.
I will find you; I will find you.
to paint your soul my flower
I will find you there to paint it red.
poet is sensitive, green model.
They can see love in a distance.
They're making love.
in a dark of night
artist jrain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem