Porcelain Doll
At the break of Dawn, She poses in place;
a rising sun tints ivory clouds pink.
And my artistic hand begins to race;
sketching her beauty with charcoal and ink.
Ebony outlines mesmerizing eyes;
as if She stepped from a fantasy dream.
And as cotton-candy clouds tint the skies;
golden shafts of light make her aura gleam.
Though her face is featureless as white smoke,
silk ribbons adorn this porcelain doll.
And imbuing elegance with each stroke,
my muse is inspired to capture it all.
My Japanese Geisha touts perfection;
nothing about her invites correction.
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