The Painting Poem by Lento Maez
The Painting
A painting attracted me
It wasn’t a Van Gough
The colors were splendid
The features all blended
The scene seemed familiar
Then I saw it stir
But there wasn’t any air
After rubbing my eyes
I came to realize
It was me in the mirror
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humor
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