When Monalisa flashes that strange knowing smile,
Not one but her creator shares the sad secret in
the ghost of a touch, the shadowed look, the glimpse.
What price perfection?
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Fine poem that provokes thought, well written, just one small point, wouldn`t Mona Lisa or La Gioconda be the better use of language? - Good work.