Masterpiece

We are the product of creation
Each one of us a work of art
A figure of artistic innovation
A masterpiece of the heart
We are carved and molded
By each passing day
Shaped and sculpted
Like pieces of clay
Our fate lies cradled
In Destiny's hands
And slips through her fingers
Like grains of sand
We look blindly upon tomorrow
Living this legacy, day to day
An everchanging painting
Adding colors along the way.

by Cindy Kocsis

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