Time is a potter's wheel
and we are molded by the hands of fate.
Patterns are hailed beautiful unlike the clay
which is amorphous like innocence
These patterns are created by threads
that remove chunks of clay
as the wheel rotates.
And the final piece, from the kiln
bears hardened scars on the skin.
2 comments:
Fantastic metaphor... the touch, that is uniquely yours is that of the "thread"... which does not bind, but separates and leaves the scar!!
A wonder! One of your best, for me!!!
I repeat- also add about the innocence :)
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