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Whispers in Stone
In the palm, a sculpture lies,
Curved and chiseled, soft yet wise.
Fragments of tales, in silence caught,
Whispers of worlds in stillness wrought.
A hand’s embrace, a tender hold,
Stories of love and battles bold.
Each groove a memory, each crack a dream,
Carved in the stone, like sunlight’s gleam.
Fingers dance on surfaces rough,
Feeling the echoes, the magic of stuff.
Palms cradle history, lifetimes entwined,
In every formation, the heart’s voice defined.
So here in my grip, spun from the clay,
Lives a narrative frozen, yet vibrant in sway.
These sculpture poems, mere fragments bright,
Tell of our journeys, in shadow and light.
Sculpted Whispers
In tender palms, the quiet forms reside,
Balancing the weight of whispers held tight.
Delicate shapes in silent dance abide,
Crafted from dreams, they catch the fading light.
Each curve, a story wrapped in soft embrace,
A fragile breath that echoes, then is gone.
Sculpted silence blooms in transient grace,
Artistry unfolds with each gentle dawn.
Hold close the tales that curving fingers weave,
In the heart of the moment, it’s ours to believe.
Emotions in Stone
In whispers of marble, silence unfolds,
A chisel strokes warmth through the cold,
Hands cradle moments, emotions caught,
Carved dreams and sorrows, in stillness sought.
Figures of heartache and joy intertwined,
A sculpture of feelings, both tender and blind,
In the palm of the hand, lives a story to tell,
Of love that endures, and of pain that fell.
Each curve a confession, each line a refrain,
Emotions immortal in hushed refrain,
Hold close the creation, a life sculpted true,
In stillness, we find the beauty we knew.
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