Sunday, January 9, 2011

poetry thingy. # I lost count

observations: there is a road cutting through the mountains. she is wearing a clear veil on her head. there is this little knob right next to her. she has black hair and brown eyes. the further away from her the greener the scene gets. she is sitting in an arm chair. she is smiling.


inferences: i think that her smile is fake. i think that she is upset about something. then again that wouldn't really make sense because of such a peaceful, serene background. in the bridge there is a train crossing it, i wonder if this has anything to do with her thoughts or was he just a damn good artist.

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