Still soft,
Undefined,
Awaiting the hands
Of the creative soul.
Red muddied joy,
With potential
But potential so easily lost.
One wrong halfwitted artist
Deciding to "have a go"
And throws the disaster into the kiln.
Fired.
Done.
No reversing.
Unless...
Some master painter picks up,
Transforming the waste
To water for the thirsty soul.
Potential refigured.
After all everyone deserves a second Chance.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Still soft,
Undefined,
Awaiting the hands
Of the creative soul.
Red muddied joy,
With potential
But potential so easily lost.
One wrong halfwitted artist
Deciding to "have a go"
And throws the disaster into the kiln.
Fired.
Done.
No reversing.
Unless...
Some master painter picks up,
Transforming the waste
To water for the thirsty soul.
Potential refigured.
After all everyone deserves a second Chance.
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