The straight lines,
Infinitely parallel,
Meet at the end……..
The sky
Filled with diamonds,
Scattering all over……
The stroke of hammer,
Infinite potential,
The broken Pot………
A helpless puppy,
A wandering monk,
Both are happy……
The motherly touch,
The divine sight,
And the molten one……
A smell,
A tune,
And the mesmerised one…….
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