'O’ the night, sky filled with swirling clouds,
Stars ablaze with their own luminescence,
And a bright crescent moon is painted
Although the objects are exaggerated-
Below the rolling hills of the horizon lies a small town
‘O’ A peaceful essence is flowing from the stone
The cool dark colors and the fiery windows spark
Memories of our own warm childhood years filled with
Imagination exists in the night and dark starry skies
Center point of the town is the tall steeple of the church,
Reigning largely over the smaller buildings
Size and seclusion onto the town when steeple casts down
A massive dark stripes makes it greater and isolated,
Curve lines create mirror of the Sky
‘O’ From a mountain to a leafy bush,
Formation is wide and full of variety
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Excellent portrait poem. Very enjoyable. Paintings exaggerate certain objects as I imagine we do in our poetry. Love, pain, rejection, happiness exaggerated, explored trying to understand meaning, trying to understand the meaning of life.