Starry night

Starry night

A Poem by Sara
"

I just had a couple of beers..

"
I didn't know what to wear.
It felt like going on a first date with Vince.
I walked in and there they were:
The scream, sunflowers, the potato eaters,..
 but I came here to see the one scene I could call my last
..cause, you know, there's just something about these luminous spheres of plasma.
Finally, I found out my piece was in the second room.
I walked in full of excitement and impatience..but then,
then I was standing outside of the building.
The sun was shining, it was almost noon.
I was probably standing out there,
 motionless for a couple of minutes.
I was supposed to see what my last scene before death looks like on canvas.
But in a room full of art, I'd still stare at you.

© 2016 Sara


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Sara
Sara

Koper, Slovenia



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