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Jan 2013
Standing resplendent in a baroque topiary,
Under a florid arbour as an arched canopy,
Her pulchritude in moonlight, is the plenary
Picture of, the muse, the Goddess Calliope.

My heart’s reminiscence of our first encounter,
Like a fragrance in my mind wafts around,
Whose Pareidolia in every-thing sketches her
Face, to which it is entirely spellbound.

Were the Fates to keep us apart,
As the sculptor Pygmalion I would be.
But Aphrodite won’t breathe life into my art,
For not my Galatea, I love my Calliope.
Copyright (c) 2013 Ashish Gupta
CC BY-NC-ND 3.0, www.ashishgupta.biz
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Pareidolia : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pareidolia
Galatea : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galatea_%28mythology%29
Ashish Gupta
Written by
Ashish Gupta  M/Cleveland, Ohio
(M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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