The Portrait

I hung the portrait on the wall and stood watching.. 
A face of youth,naive and innocently juvenile.. 
A face of graceful countenance,the  smile so alluring.. 
I hung the portrait on the wall and stood watching.. 
There came a day the face changed its contours taciturningly.. 
The knowing wise look, so dark and sensational .
I hung the portrait on the wall and stood watching.. 
Face ,a projection of  the true self, character evolving and nondelusional ... 

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