Desire welded into stone.
The formal attire shields
the nuances of the mind.
All around, that which was foliage once
has all grown into a fossil.
The sky in muted tones,
the hillside has gone gray;
closer to the eye is the line of green
The woman still bears the smile
standing beside the finely crafted stone.
What delight is there in concealment of the mind?
The formal attire shields
the nuances of the mind.
All around, that which was foliage once
has all grown into a fossil.
The sky in muted tones,
the hillside has gone gray;
closer to the eye is the line of green
The woman still bears the smile
standing beside the finely crafted stone.
What delight is there in concealment of the mind?
Sushama Karnik (c)
Thanks to @ Art Lover and @Grace Wisdom for sharing Rene Magritte
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