they look
standing up
holding each other
for an eternity.
he wears a mosaic of blue to dark violet and orange
long rug -it is soft, and strips mix up to form new waves of blue, orange and in between colored cloud - sometime you see the body of the woman he loves
is leaning on his knees-
her naked body
is yellowish to orange
from the time they touched
to this stage of
remembering all the burned desires.
the sky changes from orange gold yellow
to a green golden yellow.
the mountains as well
the green and deserted fields a 'still a life'.
her right hand
on him are there
to forgive
more than to reconcile.
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