63 Poems Watchers of the MIND

A Poem a day for one week from my new book

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The 4th Poem

Sculptures
We are all but moulded from the earth’s clay
Sculptures of consciousness, here to play
My body a manifestation, will be gone one day
But the love that is me, is here to stay

We fall for the sculptures who walk with us
Who talk and care from their moulded dust
We fall in love and build up a trust
In the one we want no one to touch, that’s too much

We are all but moulded from the earth’s soil
But here where we reside, for a short while
We can never own another’s clay pile
But share in their passion, their love and their smile.

 

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