Painting  - Poem by Gert Strydom
I see how a fairy
under your slim fingers
gets a face, a own life
and it’s as if she comes alive
do want to tell something
to the whole wide world in water colours
and when her eyes follow me somewhat examining
I do wonder why up to know
she had been hidden somewhere?
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