silent narratives
eyes watching
a touch of each hew
from ancient times
yhe art is fantastic
spreading magic
with the mysteries on the earth
each stone is leaving that part trail
in the hands of the artist
tired of sculpture,in the caverns of time
it is resting comfortably in its followers
(We are both sculptor and sculpture
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
silent narratives
eyes watching
a touch of each hew
from ancient times
yhe art is fantastic
spreading magic
with the mysteries on the earth
each stone is leaving that part trail
in the hands of the artist
tired of sculpture,in the caverns of time
it is resting comfortably in its followers
(We are both sculptor and sculpture
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