Prosaic Gaze

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Life and Living

In galleries and castles where shadows abound,

with hushed quiet whispers, there's something not found.

While ancient masters won honor and praise,

their lifelike renditions prosaically gaze.



One painted a portrait that smiles o'er the ages,

a masterpiece, so said, by critics and sages.

Another man sculpted her picture in stone,

he gained many tributes, she took hers alone.



Now who is the master? And who gets the praise?

And who is eternal with her prosaic gaze?

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