Nov 1, 2017

Shine the sun and moon

bright in the yard.

One peeps through the window,

other divulges through the door.

I sit and bask,

until it scorches my skin.

A gentle breeze deflects the sight-

sitting by the window, glows the light

on the mast, coyness in silhouette.

Soon the shadows swoon.

Found the painting somewhere on the internet and attempted. Advertisements Share this:
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