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Art craft
I can see his shadow
in the window,
his work is calm,
he works with no tension
nor much pressure,
he takes his time,
wanting for his creation
to be a perfect one,
I ask for this
a long time,
yet I still wait
in the lonely bench,
not tired nor frustrated,
yet anxious for the treasure,
glancing from far away,
he figures right coordinates,
the room seems to shine so much,
the white paint of his room,
seems to turn into solid gold,
sits and waits,
for months instead of days,
he glances once again
as to give a second check,
his facial expression
is that of a baby
so anxious looking at a candy cane,
cool breeze moves the trees
that are grown in the park,
sits and waits, for months not days,
carefully shaping molding,
eliminating all the bad figures,
he checks many times,
months turn to years,
a statue I can be portrait
as I have no real motion,
sit in the same place,
checks once again,
his face a great big smile,
tears from his eyes
roll through his beard,
yet he goes back
to once again change some parts,
so I sit back down and wait,
sits for months instead of days,
anxious grows inside of me,
everyday thinking his doors will open,
I will glance his creation,
created for my adoration,
yet days becomes years,
still wait for his words,
yet I know greatness takes time,
so I can sit here
for the rest of my life,
in the end I will have my treasure,
I will dance in the rainbows,
introduced her to constellations,
for her presence would be the power
of my great lines
the keeper of my dreams
-che
