A phalanx of worshippers all on the salty brine ten shores from Mecca the stains are always deeper than you think fathom it forward in time when Picasso had made it oblique but we surround it as an orb tiny turning of the screw did release the pressure knowing this the art of timing is however inconsequential my friend when the pixies dance of an evening all know the show must go on
Hi ocean, your poem very accurately reflects the strange and often incomprehensible images of Picasso's works. But what did his crazy mind want to show is hard to say.... Lily
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaAug 24, 2023
Something's are not meant to be worked out, just felt
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