7 Longings – 2

Like a sculptor shaping clay,
She forms her thoughts to words
To merge together everything:
The sun, the sea, the birds —

As nature flows into her heart,
And through her head and hands,
A distant reader sees it all:

And someone

Understands

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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