Cold Marble slabs of unpolished, <br />precious stone that shapes not <br />in thy hands even when co-erced... <br />even when a vision for it is known. <br /> <br />It holds the shape it began with, <br />its hard to change an ill sighted state... <br />or the beautiful slanted mound that only <br />nature creates effortlessly... <br /> <br />Written May 6th 2008.<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-of-gods-gift/
