poem #59

smile
 
SMILE
 
Imagine a smile
as a stained glass painting.
 
Now imagine it disappear
in dwindling reds
until it becomes a flat marshland
of compressed grey.
 
It’s almost as if to say
things as beautiful as paintings
should never exist
in the first place.
 
– Andreyo Sen
 
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