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 사랑