The White Poem about an Artist

You with the sunbeam fell into my heart,
But light that comes from your eyes is not familiar to me,
And your voice streams behind my shoulder.

You’re so affable, friendly and nice.
I’ll never touch your sole; I can’t penetrate into your life.
You are so faithful to your art.

You have the sole of a naive poet.
This is the gift sent from the heaven. I wish you not to lose it.
You are the muse in the world of wonders.





Poetry by Alla Antares
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Written on 2008-07-07 at 13:22

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