So I am dreaming, I am in a Gauguin painting, talking to this beautiful girl, probably around 21, maybe 30 or so, no older. She is not fragile, nor is she athletic, just natural, her face, her skin, her expression, her wonder; standing gently, against this dark, starless sky, she still shines, as if from some inner light.
Dream #100
24 Sunday Apr 2016
Posted #Prose Poems/#Short Fiction, POETRY, VISUALS
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