Aesthetics of a fine art,
blooms in a personal eye.
Perception and perceived
mingle in the dialogue.
As I look out hanging over
my balcony grills, I see
old wrinkles on her tanned
brown cheeks.
I watch her watching a bird,
building a home ready to nest.
She smiles accentuating
all experienced lines of her image.
Soft clouds let a drizzle
on her forehead, a permanent
frown filled with happiness.
She walks away...
On the children swing,
her petite self was seated.
With the wind, the breeze
a slow oscillation -
her face!

















Sam.
20 old applause
