Time has held back its eroding breath
from these forms, frozen in stone
by calloused hands. Centuries have
quietly witnessed the naked splendour
of these dancing belles, in whose
timeless flesh life remains young
as ever. What mortal eyes could ever
dream of such immortal faces?
What mortal hands could incarcerate
life in stones? Who knows what made
them..

//30th June 04

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