Puppet Smiles

What you see is just an illusion created by your own prejudiced mind.
It needs passion to break through your looking glass to break barriers.
The soul has to be pure of its inhibitions to understand clearly.
Only then can you hear the wind chimes of the heart calling out.
It needs less prescence and no words and more silence.
I was cut from a tree and carved to a figure.
Painted, varnished and adorned with jewellery.
I gleamed everytime light caressed me.
A pride to the sculptor's eye.
I was a realm of perfection.
Then I was stringed.
I am, but a puppet.