Gravity of the eyes

by on June 5, 2013 :: 0 comments

To give life, an artisan
Where, vanity to disdain
In the furnace forged
From dimension to shape
Where beauty is carved
Mosaic in its ornate plate
Now on the wall it’s hung
And its magnetic silence
Pulls them to observe
Still the eyes of Buddha
Teasing from the wall
For: the eternal peace.

editors note:

In this case, the story tells the picture; a peace portrait. – mh

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