@bryanfing
Sculptor,
molding dreams from clay and stone,
eternal forms in fleeting hands.
Fingers dance on earth's raw skin,
whisper secrets to unyielding rock.
From dust rises grace, from boulder, flight—
art born of toil, timeless and profound.
In studio's hush, visions take shape:
a lover's curve in terracotta glow,
a hero's stride carved deep in granite.
Through chisel's bite and potter's wheel,
the sculptor's soul ignites the void.
Behold the masterpiece, alive,
where mud and marble merge as one.
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