Unsteadily first revolves the pot maker’s wheel
With tremulous hands, he searches what’s not there.
His fingers reach out for mud and mud for him.
Emptiness forms on both sides of the mud
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His fingers reach out for mud and mud for him. Emptiness forms on both sides of the mud In the beautiful expanse of his patience, The tremulous hands now find a mouthpiece in your poetry.Nice portrayals.
Beautiful imagery with great depth, inspired write!