Wings Behind The Sculptor Poem by Patti Masterman
Wings Behind The Sculptor
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Wings behind the sculptor,
Hidden curve we do not see;
Sum of flight’s intention
With the shadow flying free.
Hands of alabaster,
Cloud of diamonds to the stone,
Shaped of generations
And mortalitys unknown.
Silent silver angels standing
At the urn of time,
Raising dust to magic
In the chiseled breath of mind.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: magic,silver
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