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The Fantasy

The Fantasy

A poem by Alexandra Krantz

She was lying under his body,
contemplating his expressionless words,
his sweet smile,
telling everything about them.
But she was far away,
She was dreaming,
She idealized him in that place,
which didn’t smell of reality.
She was flying with her thoughts,
She was a sweet primrose in spring,
But he will gather with the delicacy of a father,
he will make her become a blue rose,
a color/colour as deep as the see

“Every story I photograph ends with a poem.”

See the portraits these poems were written for, or tell me the story you’d like to see told.