The Da Vinci Of My Heart Poem by matt valenciano
The Da Vinci Of My Heart
Everything she touches turns to perfection
the bliss of the tatters being turned to new beautiful perception of life’s sorrows changing to compassion.
how she longs for her Mona Lisa “ where is my muse? ” she asked “my inspiration to create has turned into a longing to breath life where is my Dionysus? ”
I have finally arrived because you gave me life and death is no concern of mine
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4/25/2024 4:46:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Context takes on a foward attitude