Clay Birth
Soft pliable clay, peels away with tools touch; cold and wet.
The sculptors’ eye sees life in the clay before, it reveals itself.
Scrape away the excess baggage and a new beauty is born.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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