If i am left to you
will you chip me like the sculptor
sculpts his finest piece
like the artist who paints delicately to bring
out the intricate beauties of the mind
are you the Smith who will beat and bend
me to his desires
to define and own the works of his creations
will you be the poet
to write with flourishing words
about the clouds and weathered tresses
to seek the oceans of resplendent ideas
lost in the philosophies
of poetic making
©samuelsmog
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