The speed of the ball exceeds then
recedes, as if the lines of the
paper it sees.
The ball rolls on, now the cheek of a
fair lady is drawn.
The cheeks of rose and a creamy
Cornsilk hair, long, forever flowing
She moves about so beautiful
Without even knowing.
The artist looks on for more to enhance
only to find what he’s seeking
without so much as a glance
Mauve colored lips, for white
wine which she sips.
To her, the beauty goes forever
unseen, unlike the rest of the world
and the beauty they have seen.
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