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About This Poem
Granite Sculptors from Foxrock
Our sculptors
play gloomy notes
on gray granites
with their chisel tips.
No pensions,
but only tensions,
yet,
they never blame
their salty life.
Hard granites
always resist,
but these challenges
end at the chisel tips.
Wonders take shape
in the wombs
of the unwanted stones,
which then become the most wanted.
Our sculptors strive
to restrain the stream
with their thumbs
and fingers.
(A modified version)
FABIYAS M V
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