🍁The Painting🍁
He poured out millions, gold and gain,
Just to keep her close, to hold her name.
A silent portrait hangs in place,
No eyes to meet, no living face.
He asks “How are you?” soft and low,
To shadows that can never know.
Wealth buys the frame, the wall, the art—
But never back the beating heart...05242026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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