Found in Stone
The sculptor's chisel chips into solid
Marble in an attempt to dislodge this
Hidden man or woman, still hard to judge
For us common souls; so easy to miss.
Yet, quickly found by the tapping mallet
Is the polished skin of translucent white.
Flawless bodies, trapped in sturdy rock,
With unseen features of classic delight.
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