He gazed at the portrait for a while,
A woman standing on edge of the shore;
Emanating the shades an estranged spirit,
Breathing peace or evincing pain she endured?
Why a splendid beauty would tug hue with blemish?
He asked the Maker while looking into her eyes;
But why the stance couldn't be emancipated?
Gracious flesh is unshackled dear, to him she replied!
On the edge of mountain? Strange tides she desire to embrace!
Her audacity to take a leap, apprise the shades framed;
Serenity it manifests but stoicism reflects her spirit,
Hanging on the walls amongst many portraits, he claimed!
The breeze caress her with liberation, shackled once,
The tides manifest path with the abundant ocean;
The stains inflicted upon her are not carried but left behind,
The audacity is not to leap but leapt faith which was unkind;
Oh Dear! The shades reflect a gracious spirit she just met,
Dreams that were hushed now awakened, to him she said :)