Sculpt

She waited for the words to come.

They came, sluggishly but purposefully.

And everyone thought them hers.

But they were not.

She was just a sculptress.

The word transformed themselves

into stone statues.

She took them to

the summer of the garden.

Making it a better place,

and larks sang their song.

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