Wrapped in rawness
cracked, mottled, refuse
from the mines.
But knowing hands
feel deep its form
and sculpt new lines.
Rising from the rigid point
and settling dust
the once dull shines.
Poem
Wrapped in rawness
cracked, mottled, refuse
from the mines.
But knowing hands
feel deep its form
and sculpt new lines.
Rising from the rigid point
and settling dust
the once dull shines.
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