By What’s an artist but a pauper
drunk on beauty and rich with love
she wanders this way that way so
and sees the veridian painted world
in bold persistent glow
She’s missed out on the promotion
because the flowers call to her by name
pushing hungry bees aside to feast
on nature’s stun and show
she knows
that when she dies without a cent
her life and love have paid the rent
sublime Venusian presents ever surround
the peace of nature’s longing lust
an opulent, invisible wedding gown
>sigh< Lovely!
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