You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
-- Mark Twain
This is a poem by Charles who owns the first version of this painting.
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Mouth slightly parted as an
Naked yet clothed by the
Greenish, whitish, blue silky
water slowly uncovering her breast.
Misty clouds streaks between
strands of black hair,
She floats in dreamy ecstasy.
Like a tamed monster the sea cradles her
The bliss of sweet dreams unhindered
by bared skin,
As the darkened shadows joined in the dance of the lone swimmer floating
in the water.