I sit here: unmoving, perfect,
tight smiled and sleepy eyed
the snow-capped mountains
send whispers of wind to my ears;
the calls of the river behind me
bring sleepy thoughts to the shore of my mind
I long to glance behind me
and admire the beautiful
drab land and sky
instead of da Vinci’s furrowed brow
I crave to itch my long, slender nose
but my soft hands must remain
folded on this hard chair’s arm,
slender, unmoving, perfect
the icy, whispering breeze
sends ringlets of hair
out of their perfect place
to tickle my pale cheeks
and all these simple thoughts and happenings
are a secret only the Wind and I share
lily s☼l 
I loved how you wrote about the little details in the painting. Your imagery as well as word choice was excellent. “sends ringlets of hair/out of their perfect place/to tickle my pale cheeks” was my favorite stanza.
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I love how you wrote from Mona’s point of view, and I especially thought it was cool when you said, “I long to glance behind me / and admire the beautiful / drab land and sky” because the juxtaposition of beautiful and drab was really effective in the poem. I also love how you included details like the itch on her nose and the wind blowing her hair around. Beautiful poem!
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