2 weeks ago
The Potter’s Wheel
The clay is wet, the wheel is fast,To make a shape that’s built to last.His fingers guide the rising wall,Before...
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1 month ago
Street Vendor
The smell of spices fills the air,Beside the crowded public square.He flips the tortillas with his hand,The finest artist in...
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1 month ago
The Magic Mirror
I look into the silver glass,And watch the fleeting moments pass.The face that looks right back at me,Is not the...
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