This one is just kinda weird. Not sure what happened.
The grace of life
I hope that the title does not lead astray
The grace which I speak, always walks her own way
Restless spirit
I continue to explore the realm of lady's grace
Like a fractal scales without a trace
At every scale, behold, the same in place
To say I'm mesmerized is not enough
Beneath the whirling wizardry to luff
Absolutely no awareness of the camera or the gaze
Left behind, completely blind, she leaves them in a daze
Saying goes, if nail is sticking up, you beat
But, what if there below the nail, the will is pure concrete
Hammer it on down; just daft, not bold
Does the nail shatter, bend, or hold
What of the nail whose shadow is of grace
So magically removed without a trace
The Art of variance
It's even more amazing now i see
The art performed to dazzle in extreme
Beneath the art, beneath that wondrous sea
A heart and mind expressed as if in dream
While pillaring away at this I found
The center of it all, the mystic mound
You are too much, so even on display
Your heart and deepest dreams, you hide away
The show is perfect cover for the seal
All is there, what else could she reveal
So blinding is display all thoughts are gone
Their memory will fade before it's dawn
Mobility of expression
I've finally found a phrase to fit the facts
The wonder that creates the heart attacks
Of all the wonders and the breadth of everlast impression
Reigns the Gypsy Queen in mobility of expression
The whirling and unending spell creates its own progression
The wind is free, the sail is full, artistic supersession
The heart is free, the soul is full, artistic decompression
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