to become the mud
the mud is molded
to shape it's beauty.
my soul is around the dirt
dirt of every mistake.
i poured water of learning,
it's molding my character
mud of me start shaping.
the beautiful pottery
by the silent potter, nature
and the word or action of world
who knit it and finally into a arty
Mixing with my oneness
Something that i born with
the beauty appear to be ornamented
each edge and corner with refinement of artistic
what i appear to be or not to be
the pot still appear beautiful
the every soul it touches know the beauty
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