T_TA painting within a painting
If you stare hard enough
Perhaps I would shift a little
A soft brown curl bouncing off my shoulders
The gentle swishing of silver fabric
And you’d think your eyes had been
Playing tricks on you
They say paintings are simply illusions
But watch
As I inch closer into the painting
Within a painting
My eyes a treasure clove of bittersweet secrets
And that alluring smile
Frozen and captured in time and space
One brushstroke at a time
In the name of Art
Then one day I’ll suddenly be gone
Into the island of castles and dreams
As if I was never here
Has my existence
Been only an illusion?
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