After Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa
By: The-Drifter-From-Heaven
As I look deep within her ancient eyes,
I’m drawn away to where her smile resides.
I hear a chanting hymn within her gaze,
But in her smile, a dirge for dying days.
Her eyes may whisper songs of hidden light,
Yet lips betray the music to the night.
I’m caught between the two, a silent game,
Like some small bird within a golden frame.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
After Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa
By: The-Drifter-From-Heaven
As I look deep within her ancient eyes,
I’m drawn away to where her smile resides.
I hear a chanting hymn within her gaze,
But in her smile, a dirge for dying days.
Her eyes may whisper songs of hidden light,
Yet lips betray the music to the night.
I’m caught between the two, a silent game,
Like some small bird within a golden frame.