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The Ceramicist
Gliding fingers trace music notes in the sands; within her; a mystical eloquence feel
What a soothing movement; mind blowingly graceful hands; pirouette goes this pottery wheel
Flowing through her sensual breaths; vivid image comes alive with every moistening seal
Light as air; possession of water, shapes the ground, fires it all; with visionary zeal
Loving the way; she hard directs the play; of this narrative, ever though, herself, genteel
Walking in Mother Nature's presence; beholding why, life on this Earth, is so unreal
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