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Words, feelings and pauses,
she knew her stance with him,
she saw not where his lines were
but she did fit her cursive style well.
The spaces felt redundant often,
fingers wrote what ink failed,
envelop of hugs carried letters
of dreams shared never before.
Not like the detailed paintings
they created in the past – but
overlapping lines of modern art,
they merged in colors and tones
whispered in the clear cuts
and slept within the blurred
boundaries.the painting had a life.
Nice..
I like.. 
lovely painting above, and a beautiful poem to follow.
I somehow can never understand modern art .. the old style of painting was something i could understand a BIT…
This is absolutely terrific! Love the ‘atmosphere’ you’ve created here.
Such an interesting way to end the poem…I really liked that last line.