by Dr. Ian Hale

Beauty bathed in studio blue
Both lights and hides her form
An elusive, sinuous sculpture
Now reclined
The quick grin, a practiced cheeky wink
The smoke-like movement of her hand
Gone, slipped beneath her dark and troubled eyes
Cast first here, and then to there
And now I don’t know where
She looks upon the crowd, with a small and mystery smile
Standing above alone- removed
Where is she-where lies her heart and soul?
Do you dream to join with angels?
Floating in a cloud of doubt

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