She was beautiful,ever so graceful, sitting in the Zen garden,
In the quietude evening of summer,painting a mural,
Art is her muse,as she herself looks like art,a precious and priceless one,
Her eyes shine like gems,so pure,so white,but blind,so sad,
Talented she is in art, although blind,
Fairest skin like porcelain, beautifully clear,almost translucent,almost,
Flower fields of blue roses I reside...
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