The beauty of the soul.
The Mona Lisa was his most famous piece........Not a thought.Not a glance.Not a chance.
None was accorded to the sketch on the canvas:
The young lady with eyes expressionless,
Chin extra ordinarily long,somewhat askew.
Eyes that had a mysterious depth;
Known only by those who dared to look-
Understood only by him who made the sketch.
For not the one who acclaimed the Mona Lisa,
But he who applauded the smudged sketch-
This the master acknowledged as true artistry....
To see past the beauty that covers skin deep,
And discover the stories untold.
That sketch, of the nonchalant stare:
That was what he had intended to be the Mona Lisa.
Poetry by she
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Written on 2006-03-01 at 07:18




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