Poet # Eight

A piece of art I view in silence,
A life I've seen of you, in silence.

 You move so smooth like liquid silver,
Jointlessly take your cue in silence.

 Into my life you whisper beauty,
But me, you'd look straight through in silence.

 I watched you in your private theatre,
To love you can be true in silence.

 With elegant strokes you paint a life
A work of dazzling hue, in silence.

The End

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