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By spirial Date: 2004 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.09.01.12.07.1642]] |
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Marble I find this stone Translucent with veins of ice Heaven truly cased within If one can know the slice Of hammer and chisel Begins this song Ringing peals of truest sound Pon contact of a strike Sure deftness of a sculptors touch Love shown by each chisels bite Releasing beauty from this stone Ambrosia this heart felt task Ecstasy itself withheld Till full exhaustion of his might Has brought forth a simple truth The beauty of this woman From her hearts stone This her mask |