The last rays of the sun bathed the air with golden reflections.
Suddenly I heard, far away, a beautiful voice singing.
As I was intringued, I walked over following the notes..
and, from the edge of a clearing lit by the setting sun,
I saw her standing: the Queen of Iris.
Her voice filled the air with sweetness, strength and gentleness.
Her foliage of beautiful blue iris swayed chasing the emotion of the song.
Flowers, plants and animals of the forest were her audience.
Just for a while, I could stare at the amazing show,
sharing that magic, rareness and beauty ...
just for a moment, I lived in the world of the most beautiful dreams..
Queen of Iris
or Portrait of Jessica Pratt
oil on panel
70 x 100 cm
by Sara Calcagno
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