my love
enjoys
these long
(infrequent) walks.
so in your absences
she indulges
in your horizon,
hugging her
with big,
red-orange suns
and yellow skies
dipped in blue.
rising,
and
falling,
and promising
forever.
forgive me
if i do not say much,
if i only tell you her secrets
in fragments,
when i can catch
my breath.
my eyes
are still fumbling
over what they detect.
this is all
way too beautiful –
you’ll see.
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Could you tell me the name of the artist for this painting?