Claude Monet: Camille on her Death Bed
Here, in my last painting of Camille,
she stares out from her shroud's hood,
half sunken in icy blues
as if lying in a frozen pond.
She smiles slightly,
but not from my comforting words.
God help me but at the time
I could only think of how
to balance the blues
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