[Poem] Whisper of Graphite

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fingertips graze, a charcoal kiss,
on canvas pale, a nascent bliss.
Soft whispers bloom, lines gently fall,
a captured sigh, a soul enthrall.

Eyes, pools of ink, where shadows play,
a smile unseen, in strokes of gray.
Each feather curve, a whispered word,
a story sung, unheard, unheard.

No digital glow, no pixel shine,
just graphite's dance, a whisper fine.
From charcoal's heart, a spirit stirred,
a world unveiled, unseen, unheard.

In shadowed depths, a secret kept,
in every line, a truth adept.
For hand and heart, in tandem play,
breathe life to form, on this pale clay.

So let the whispers softly fade,
a masterpiece in silence made.
For in the touch, a world unfurls,
a whispered song, in charcoal swirls.