A picture.
The Mona Lisa Smile.
A picture in my mind.
Does She smile because she knows her value?
A picture held on a wall.
Does she know She has been framed?
A picture, prisoner in a gallery.
Still, she smiles, just.
Although she has been framed.
Surrounded by her own security.
Trapped by a crowd of admirers.
I can still picture your smile.
It is held forever.
Your empty smile,
Richard Stephenson
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