poetry, prose

She is beautiful.

The reason, although, is not of her love and mastery for art…

…how she breathes life over portraits and frames,

…how she leads an orchestra of hues, lines, and shades,

…how she builds her kingdoms on sheets,

…how her hands peek behind facades and weeds,

But because

She has mastered herself in all ways…

She, herself, is art.

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