Poems ✍️
  09.01.2026
  23

Author: Arthur Henry Adams

The Sculptor

O'er the Eastern hills of light
While the dim world slept
Dawn the sculptor stepped,
And the shapeless block of Night
Chiselled into form
Morning-lit and warm.


  Dawn sculptor Morning

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