Dumb Art begins to reveal,
From the unfathomed depth of your divine-coil,
And the display of senses find idealization,
From the periodic table of womanly emotions.
Feelings transformation to visual art,
The body language in every part,
The eyes, lips, hands, feet, -the whole gesture,
In your acting create a neo-psychic character.
Crazy, breezy, eccentric –romantic whims,
Find transparency in your plastic creams,
Artistic amplitude of the 4th dimension,
From your divine vase surges commotion.
You are no withering, but climax of abstract stage,
The profundity of your Actress is itself the eternal phase.
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