Like a painting...
Eighteen eighty eight...
The sky and the earth got dressed
For the ascent
Of joy...
As it happened
Before eyes...
The autumn...
It must have been there...
In the painter's eyes,
That was why
He painted such
With His superb paintbrush...
Eighteen eighty eight vast
Oil on wood
Like a canvas
Happened
This afternoon...
As me rode
The road...
After brief spell
Meaningless
The glory shone...
(note: sometimes as beauty comes as painting, here Vincent van Gogh's oil on wood painting is referred. 1888)
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