Sculptress

 By mere look; she coveys lot

A smile, a hug, a sweet murmur,

A soft touch; melts stone hearted.

Suddenly rock wakes up into life,

breathes air that she had infused.

A disciple is sanctified by the fire,

 she kindled in their hearth of hearts.

By chisel of compassion she shapes,

 In tune, Chips away bits and pieces.

Suddenly she unveils her creation,

turning one into an idol of her ideals.

 Sculpts a complete being strongly soft,

A divine sculpture in spiritual aesthetics!

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