Like a ghost that fell from a painting
her hands stroke her reality chin.
Arrow and bow the dancing muscles head till toe.
A prodigious child of ballet & witchcraft
with boylike thoughts.
Her devine touch spelled h-y-p-n-o-s-i-s
she moves in another world
slowmotion frame
the eye cannot contain that much beauty
Nature spirit swimming in her mime .
Next to the portrait on the wall
there is a plughole
where you can charge your nostalghia.