i paint your face
with velvet brushes
to soften the image
i try to recall
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I kind of love this artistic poem, an interplay of memory, painting and writing. I can feel the magical velvet brushes that can portray a woman's soul as it fades away.
A wonderful and sweet poem, which creates pictures. Keep on, please. Thank you, for sharing this.
That's beautiful. And what an intruiging idea that one day you might think like this about a person who is so close to you now, that you cannot imagine not seeing their face grow old..
Beautiful and compassionate work of art, lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing.