There’s a big painting of a girl <br />with a light pink skin <br />that lies on a white skin cloak <br />in front of a dark pool, <br />where snow white water lilies drifts <br />and I can see into her soul. <br /> <br />I have felt like taking the fan <br />next to her <br />and to wave her cool <br />yet she looks fragile <br />and self-possessed and calm, <br />where she lies with her peach pink dress <br />looking at me <br />and I wonder for whom she is waiting <br />and why the door behind her <br />of which the steps goes into the pool <br />are always locked? <br /> <br />[Reference: Painting of a girl at a pool by Mandi. See the painting at my webpage: http: //www.mabooki.com/poems/display/1412_There_is_a_big_painting.htm]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-s-a-big-painting/
