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Smiling eyes In sensuous touch Of naked sound Taste mysterious pulses Imprisoned yet unbound Spangled light reflected Colors that pierce the ground While echoes of Forgotten brush strokes flutter Like a thousand birds all around One moment, this moment This scene, Oh! this freedom Holding in the artists tender touch The promise of a lifetime
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
Caravaggio
Smiling eyes In sensuous touch Of naked sound Taste mysterious pulses Imprisoned yet unbound Spangled light reflected Colors that pierce the ground While echoes of Forgotten brush strokes flutter Like a thousand birds all around One moment, this moment This scene, Oh! this freedom Holding in the artists tender touch The promise of a lifetime
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 1:44 PM UTC
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