Abstract painting at the end of a long hallway.
Colored in angles, standing back, a three-dimensional
star stands out and it's center looks like an image
of a woman.
An interesting perspective as I contemplate it's pure
angles ending at mid-painting, never touching any
corners.
A very interesting curiosity sitting in my mind, while
I watch and listen to music, wondering if any other
clues or signs will come to mind, describing what I
see through abstraction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem