Who dwells amongst the firmaments
Of gelid elysian ‘scapes of blue?
Golden touch rises and falls
Without term nor will-
While owning sovereignty
Yet and still another face
Worships passion’s rule
And in finality - ultimate demise.
Thrice I kept face that allowed
Death’s hand a new life.
Of Sappho – I love.
(Painting Amy Gilles)
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