I see you there sitting on a bench
Your sketch book in hand
Drawing a portrait
I see you look at me cross
I walk on by, he stares
With pencil in hand puts it to the paper
I turn my head to look
He is gone
In front of me lies the sketch book
My profile lies inside it’s pages
Sketched out in perfect detail
Flowing together all coming together as one
Drawing a portrait I see you look at me cross I walk on by, he stars With pencil in hand puts it to the paper. u r perfect scach in artists eyes and make sure he gets his inspiration in u.. beautiful development a, d lovely poem too.....i liked it....10 read mine a 500th poem
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I would like to translate this poem
thats was awesome! ! ! creepish in a way....yet soooo kool! ! !