Hands of clay

Someone with soft hands
Gentle as morning sun
Made you
Turned that sweet face
Lay your cheek on their palm
Saw you
Sculpted your body
Care taken with each plane
For you
Planted specks of fire
Gave you bright eyes
See clear
Whatever or whoever did
Gave such a gift
To the world
For such heart barely
Deserves to be touched
By these hands of clay

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