graceful she walks through lonely feilds
as the wind tosses about her hair of honey
yet peirces her heart of stone
she is an island, alone and forgotten
with only the stars as companions
and serene waves before her
yet, her world is glorious
no troubles arise
and nothing compares
to the tastes of this land
she is content as one
imagine that....

I thought the picture did look like something out of a magazine. But I thought that your poem was a much better example. I thought it had lots of depth and interesting with the way the images were persented. It was the last line that I thought was the best one! 



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