I am the Clay, moulded from the tiny grains
Like a farmer of stars, tending to life's plains
My mission is to nurture, to heal every soul
The embrace of my essence; find your whole
I flow through existence, a canvas for flight
I lift you to heights, into the boundless light
With each gentle fall, I’ll breathe a life anew,
From the depths of my spirit, I offer to you
I’ll give of myself, so your spirit won't wane
Dwell in my heart, find solace from my pain
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 4:25 PM UTC
I am the Clay, moulded from the tiny grains
Like a farmer of stars, tending to life's plains
My mission is to nurture, to heal every soul
The embrace of my essence; find your whole
I flow through existence, a canvas for flight
I lift you to heights, into the boundless light
With each gentle fall, I’ll breathe a life anew,
From the depths of my spirit, I offer to you
I’ll give of myself, so your spirit won't wane
Dwell in my heart, find solace from my pain
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