Shadows - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
The ballard boulevard
Its spring and the month of march.
Lined by grand old trees is the promenade.
The golden eye, with green leaves, and brown bark,
Draws her nude wild, grey, in shades dark
The painting is in motion, capturing every emotion
As she and the eye move in consummation.
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