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


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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