I have to go with what I see with this one, even though it is obviously not what is being portrayed in this painting.

I see her holding a phone And just walking right past him. Dreams and flowers wilt.
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I have to go with what I see with this one, even though it is obviously not what is being portrayed in this painting.

I see her holding a phone And just walking right past him. Dreams and flowers wilt.
Join the fun here.
How is a kiss so fleeting Yet so persistent? Long after lips have parted, and dried. The feeling lasts as an echo, bouncing back from a distant canyon wall, returning not to the face but to the mind.