Happiness seemed inevitable
To the widow, still in black.
In a few short years,
A marriage would take place.
New love -
In the form of dark eyes and soft hands
Had arrived.
But the truth was lurking
Beyond the fence.
The man who had vowed patience,
Left her black dress
For one of fresh colors.
Now,
Against the brick wall,
Covered by vines and time,
She stands up -
Pinned down by broken dreams.
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wow i have never seen the painting before but i can see it, like a pale, aging woman in a black dress. also, you have a good sense of line breaks--it makes your piece flow so smoothly :)
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