A Potter’s Plight

A vase drawn in suspended space

Braced, from desolate haste

——

Encased from an ember

Melded in soothing tender

Risen on early morning dews

A peerless hourglass of passionate hues

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Spun from sure saintly sights

Draws towards it doubtful replights

Coming near, those dubious and dizzy

Mistaking innocent chirps as chivy

——

Bracing to desolate haste

A vase escapes surely suspended space

Song by – Evgeny Grinko

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