She stood like it was her last pose
She smiled like it was her last beautiful thing she had.
Her sharp eyes towards the camera ‘'I smile''
It was her confidence behind the pictures.
She was beautiful, very beautiful.
She appeared in my dreams every night, tall and confident.
It was her picture in my mind, I never dreamt of her,
Photogenic and visually active.
It was her confidence behind her pictures.
Her pictures showed her inner smile, they showed her inner anger.
Her pictures were silent and deviant; you could swear she was reading your mind.
It was her confidence behind her pictures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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