Circa 500 BC.
It was his secret.
She was his secret,
That, in his heart, he hid.
He’d spend the mornings
Gazing at the skies
All the time, imagining
Her in the clouds passing by.
At night, he’d look for her
In the twinkling stars.
They were like her eyes
That beckoned him from afar.
At times, he sat by the river
And, in the sand, drew her silhouette –
The curves that defined her,
Her rose-petal like lips,
Her slender neck,
And her voluptuous body.
Yes, he was addicted
To someone imaginary.
Then, one day, he wished.
Wished she was alive.
So, with a stone and chisel,
He started bringing her to life.
He toiled for days
In a secluded place.
Creating her delicate features,
He etched her beauty and grace.
And it was his secret for life.
She was his secret.
He hid her from all the prying eyes
And never let anyone in on it.
The year is 2025 AD.
The archeologist was excited.
His team had just unearthed
A stone statue at the digging site.
A beauty beyond compare,
Carved with exquisite detail
From the strands of her hair
To her feet adorned with anklets.
With all the dirt cleaned,
She looked radiant.
It was his greatest finding –
A feminine form in stone so brilliant.
Soon, she was in a glass display
In the “Civilization” section
In the Museum of Art and History
Labeled “Goddess in Stone – Ancient.”
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