A Sunday Afternoon On The Island Of La Grande Jatte - Poem by Louis Borgo
If a moment of rest is under a tree of a hat
Hat's off under an umbrella,
How sometime tile of the hat is a gesture fair well of catch,
Parting one language why is true romance between lover of lovers,
I' am in love with love with the idea of being in love,
Maintains look of appears shadow no mistake as of age,
Looks and colors to appease shelter the attain of a admire,
Flirt or a bit of a hick up gentlemen attire hold true.
The beach the sea scenery as it finest,
Night out days in does it hold true?
The beauty if a captivated of image would have to be,
In the portrait,
Living understand is not,
Of the moment.
Life evolve technology enhance do we adapt,
Or is Adaptability,
That hold concern.
Take for instinct blood fusion or cell respiration,
Adaptability and adaptation suit the character?
Yet develop true gentlemen,
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