Whom then?
Insane with a desire to paint the planet mars,
black spaces between billions and billions of stars.
Horizon’s serendipitous, a grain of sand, a hippopotamus,
a silver thread upon this picture I thrust,
stretching far out beyond the mortal’s dust.
Earth, wind, water and fire,
the emotional commotion of passion and desire.
Now that my work here is done,
whom then will paint me? I ask, ................ my son.
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Blessings,
Christine