Potters Wheel
Wheels of fire burn at the potters hands and feet.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Lamps holden in wheels created as before you see.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Between the two a lamp moved promising today.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
The potters eyes who hold mine created me for you.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Copyright © Christy Teas | Year Posted 2016
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