Budding Flower
by June Nash
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She sits, quiet, in back of the room.
Wishing, wanting to stand out, flaunt her plume
Like a model walking with confident stride
In dark shadow, instead, she seems to hide
Not know, unsure, of her latent power
With smile, and pride, she’d bloom like a flower
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She sits, quiet, fingers making the noise
Dreaming, waiting, to flaunt her style with poise
A pianist who plays with confident airs
In dark shadow, instead, silently stares
Not known, not shown, incredible power
With smile, and pride, she’d bloom like a flower
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About the painting:
Not quite finished yet. I like the way it is turning out though.
I finally got around to writing a poem for it.
I wrote two poems, but you will have to wait until next week to see the other.
June Nash 
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