Essence Of A Portrait Being Painted Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Essence Of A Portrait Being Painted
Riding through an ebony darkness, trains steaming up and down,
going through mountains filled with nature's beauty, loving it
even though not able to see it.
Reaching into the night atmosphere, feeling the essence of a
portrait being painted in the extreme solitude of a train as
it travels faster, completing sounds of auras as the whistle
blows a final goodnight.
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