The world of my creation
Is it what it seems
Or is it my pretense?
You tell me
For I live in a distant lands...
Is it just you?
Or is it me?
(extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson)
TIME
What Is Time?
Where Does It Go?
The Red Movement Of Dance
Flickering Through Your Body...
I Contemplate Upon My Next Step.
Such A Relative Ponder.
(extract from poem and "Contemplation"
oil painting by Maryla Wilson)
Where Does It Go?
The Red Movement Of Dance
Flickering Through Your Body...
I Contemplate Upon My Next Step.
Such A Relative Ponder.
(extract from poem and "Contemplation"
oil painting by Maryla Wilson)
MAESTRO DELIBES
POETRY OF LIFE
Lady Caroline Lamb Fell Prey To Lord Byron
Lady Caroline Lamb...
Like a lamb she fell a preyTo the notorious Lord Byron.
Exuberant vivacious beauty,
With no regard for social etiquette...
Madam, nor You, nor I knows
What Love is!!
Lord Byron and society
Had shunned Lady Caroline...
Whatever happen to Lady Caroline...
ANOREXIA NERVOSA
extract from poem and artwork by maryla wilson |
How did You become
Old before Your time.
How do You see Yourself in the Mirror ?
Vanishing slowly, tragically.
Please listen!
For I'm unbiased stranger.
Nourish Your Body, Mind and Soul.
It is not too late
To claim Your Life again...
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