The World Awaits
Created in the image
of perfection-
whittled from the
finest wood
Chizzled from the most
precious stone-
brushed on the
smoothest canvas
Cupped in the arena of
flawless fingers-
moisted lips pulled together
and part
A warm breath softly
washes over-
faintly a heart beats
beginning steadily
Calling in the distance the
world awaits-
bracing itself for utter
resounding beauty
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