The Painting on my wall

Once I saw a Painting,

Hanging on the wall;

It was of a young girl,

It was of a winter's fall.

The girl was like waiting,

waiting for someone to call;

And She was like stop aging,

in that painting on my wall.

I saw her blue eyes,

I saw a ring she wearing;

She was like filled with cries,

And no one was hearing,

She was there like centuries passed,

Many winters came 

Many winters gone

But she was waiting for; someone to cross.

That old time was gone, 

The painitng was getting older;  

But she was still beautiful,

and her dancing gown too.

She was there standing in cold,

all the winters fall;

waiting for someone she knew,

in that painting on my wall.

I was standning down the hall,

I was just watching at her;

She was like telling her story,

In that painting on my wall. 

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