A Porcelain Doll
At the break of Dawn, she poses in place,
as a rising sun stains the night sky pink.
And my artistic hand begins to race;
sketching her features with charcoal and ink.
Ebony, outlines, mesmerizing eyes,
as if she stepped from a fantasy dream.
And as cotton-candy clouds tint the skies,
gilded shafts of light make her aura gleam.
With her white face as featureless as smoke:
colored silks adorn this porcelain doll.
And as my muse guides my every brush stroke:
I'm inspired to try and capture it all.
A Japanese Geisha touts perfection;
nothing about her, invites correction.
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