Window By Birdie Qiu

A real time-painter I am.
The most vivid, explicit paintings I create in the world,
Of which no boundary is drawn.

People sometimes come and stare at me
But nothing of me they can see
Only themselves when darkness overwhelms me.

Fragile but strong,
Just a punch of a man would make me fall
But I can withstand the weight of a wall.

Lovers puff on my body,
Draw a heart and cupid’s arrow by finger tips,
Which fade in seconds and nothing is left, just me.