Poetry: Sculptured

Poetry: Sculptured

by Liam

With life’s chisel in my hand

It’s destiny while I carving stand

Create each moment, of each day done

Chip Chip Chip

The sculptured me, forms the way

This world with which, life looks upon and finds

An artist’s born, let’s adorn the day

With whom we create, let’s state

This hand is mine to do

My image is yours we see

You, me, everyone

Take us all to the very core

To creation

Take us all to the silence

…… hush!

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