Ink


by Briana Baker


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
     white nose.

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 hes 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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