People of the Plateau|Like Walking Through a Painting

|Like walking through a painting. You must have seen her in an oil painting before 🏔️ Her date-colored face, deep-set eye sockets Eyes as pure as snow 🏔️ When she steps out of the painting toward you Frost and wind have whitened her hair Daily labor has bent her back Yet she remains so happy, holding her child, smoke rising from her cooking fire Everything is as ancient and simple as an oil painting And so you can no longer tell 🌟 Whether it's the highland people walking into your presence Or you, walking through a painting 💫