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Jun 2017
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
Semihten5
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Semihten5  42/Turkey
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