The grace, the charm, The way She lingers into something mystique,
And absolutely that one step that walks on and forth…
The lady with the lamp.
Where she heads to but?
In fact, I had submitted a creative essay on this Painting. I have a copy somewhere, but I always personally believe that poetry does some justice to whatever ….Shhh I have been forbidden to use the word ‘whatever’ generally.
Poetry gives form to something that can’t be narrated within abstract.It just means that poetry is something a bit more than un worded words?