A beautiful elegant of the (And I dreamt for a lifetime Of a lifetime So was my life a waste On my death do ponder such a case. As Venus is the Morning Star I am of my head's pace. Yet, all the things I didn't do Were done, just out of place The image aligned with stunning haste As I considered the flavor of life, Its taste. I needn't try it all Instead, enjoy what my palate graced. My cultivated garden brought The most beautiful herbs While I waste my life with words A garden, my days, and her. :1.3), by (Beeple and Vincent Di Fate:0.8), (Sotto In Su and Gouache:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting