Jun 2014
We are all clay,
formless and
smooth.
Life sculps us
with punches
and grips
and floods.
Life walks all over us
until we turn
rough,
cracked
and dry.
formless and
smooth.
Life sculps us
with punches
and grips
and floods.
Life walks all over us
until we turn
rough,
cracked
and dry.
