Oh to be a woman painted in a famous artwork. It's just how someone with no life brings life to a painting in which she's printed, how can someone just stand there and look like a glimpse of heaven, making people around the world wish to see her. She is like one of those shiny stars, who bewitched everyone's soul with her tranquility. She is like that geniune warm touch that speaks a lot without even uttering a single word. She is the symbol of sadness, she is the symbol of love, she the story that narrates the past beauty and struggles.
Oh to be a woman in painting that was created with passion.
Who reflects no fakeness but a truth of emotions.
YOU ARE READING
From my beloved, to my beloved
RandomIt's not a story nor it is a poem, it's just random unspoken beautiful feelings captured in those tiny chapters
