Jul 2014
I'm Mona Lisa.
I miss a paint brush's sweet strokes,
the smell of fresh paint,
his shadow as he labors.
My darling Leonardo.
I miss a paint brush's sweet strokes,
the smell of fresh paint,
his shadow as he labors.
My darling Leonardo.
I've always wondered if Mona Lisa misses Leonardo Da Vinci. Not the person depicted, but the actual painting itself.
A Tanka is a Japanese poem with lines 5/7/5/7/7
A Tanka is a Japanese poem with lines 5/7/5/7/7
