When it Rains

There is a pot that I see. Sitting so bold in front of me. One day, I take this cracked pot out.  And patch it from pieces lying around. I get out color.  Paint it from plain. I want dazzle, beauty, fame. ….from my pot. I work hard.         Diligently.                  Faithfully.                           Day in.  Day out. But eventually […]

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