Fired
like a ball of clay
that we form
into a shape to be born
once moulded. perfected
nothing more interjected
it is time to be fired
placed in the kiln
fired to hold
its form as a code
to withstanding
gagi 04/17/24
Poetry to Inspire You
Fired
like a ball of clay
that we form
into a shape to be born
once moulded. perfected
nothing more interjected
it is time to be fired
placed in the kiln
fired to hold
its form as a code
to withstanding
gagi 04/17/24