Never quite able to move beyond the yearning,
Formed into a pose
Between desire and
They are frozen, sculptured into something
That cannot become reality
Despite constant striving,
Their despair exposed
At a heartless ornamental pond.
Still their eyes do not the silent gaze drop.
Even as their hands are
Locked away from the ability to
Set in stone they are forever reaching
For an embrace
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Sculpture in 71 words
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