The Sculptor's Hands

The sculptor's hands work their magic,

Shaping the clay of life,

Crafting a masterpiece of art,

From a lump of earth and strife.

The hands of the sculptor are gentle,

As they form their intricate designs,

Bringing forth a work of art,

That speaks to us of beauty and divine.

The sculpture takes life of its own,

As the shapes are carved and formed,

The figure of the sculpture,

Becomes more and more adorned.

The sculptor's hands work their magic,

Shaping the clay of life,

Crafting a masterpiece of art,

From a lump of earth and strife.

The sculpture tells a story,

Of courage and hope and strength,

Expressing the emotions of the sculptor,

In an everlasting work of art's length.

The sculptor's hands work their magic,

Shaping the clay of life,

Crafting a masterpiece of art,

From a lump of earth and strife.

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