Kunst In Zicht



Painting silver shadows
on pretty women's bodies.
Holding breath or givin'in
a shimmer of brown and blue.
We sailes around to see
paintes bodies on golden sand
like petals on the land.
To feel the sweet scent
of sun-tannes skin and wonder.
The sun is streaking, seperation enfolds us
seagulls crying fill the air
and we, are standing there.