FEB 20 2021

-And she applied herself to the painting, and the painting to her-

The shadows, dusty, cover her body.
She leans over ivy railing. 
Above her frame, a patio.
Attractive marble - unlike down below.
A man in white descends a rope
to pull her up to toe, though
despite his outreach- his gentle suggestion-
she gazes out half-smiling.

As weeds be wading, rivers flow debating;
her being's stating and mimics, too.
Though ground be pebble, wall incompact,
None action taken to be saved in act.
And rejection clear now, torment racked,
This special scene: a broken pact- that
despite his outreach, his gentle suggestion-
she whispers softly: adieu.

Diyana (Love) Wilson

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