Jun 2016
Pots with feelings littered here
Some with courage, others fear
The day we know will draw so near...
But death is certain, crystal clear.
Pots with cracks will herd their steer,
And, from the cracks, eyes peek and peer
The un-chipped *** just cannot see
Through imperfection, we find beauty.
Some with courage, others fear
The day we know will draw so near...
But death is certain, crystal clear.
Pots with cracks will herd their steer,
And, from the cracks, eyes peek and peer
The un-chipped *** just cannot see
Through imperfection, we find beauty.
People are trapped in the pots they spun. They can only see out through the cracks, and can only be seen through them.
(California)
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