The swords of the painter were waiting.
Only one advice was sufficient in this garden.
She never asked for this.
And it was like another miracle.
She saw the essence
but she didn’t imagine the next move.
Because the painting was already done.
But the sword started his fight
with the beginning of the world
and this time he had,
not only a color
but the essence of the creator.
It was an invisible shield
like a new peplos
designed by his imagination.
She felt all his moves
on the painting.
They had passion and precision.
They followed his duty.
The essence was full of love
because it had to achieve
the unexpressed request
to give the gift of passion
with the sword.