Enchanted
One of the few things noticed while walking in a maze, Is how earnestly the next turn is beseeching you gaze, Although you already know this isn’t any race, Yet, you fervently want to just get out of the place.
Perfection
Around the edges, the eyebrows taper a little too sharp, And the face is imbalanced, neither round nor oval, they harp, Perhaps just a little more effort, could have salvaged Mona Lisa’s fate, It could have been a lot better,
Fable
When you close your eyes to the world you know, Thus opening them to a world you will never know, You cannot control the direction your mind can go, For, here, control is something you must forgo. Sweltering under the