The Arts and Loving
Without your affection
There is nothing to share and
“The Night Watch”
Becomes just a canvas, “The Thinker”
Becomes just a rock and “The Nutcracker”
Becomes just a whistle. - o -
Come back, my Love,
Return to me, my Precious, and
Let us share once more
The arts and the art of loving.
© François DulaPay
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