Quivering gentle wind blowing.

Murmuring in the air lists of her beautiful sin.

Echoes of thunder she would rather forget.

Ambrosial adulation that was only a cold silhouette.

Kneeling at edge the river bank.

Collecting its dark waters, irresistible she drank.

Delusional in spite of reality reflecting back.

No amount of sunlight could change her minds black.

Collapsing into her core like a dying star.

Coveting a life that would capture the eyes of renoir.

Poem by me Sarah Martin @sugaroc
Painting by @wander_art


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