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Molded Clay |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Molded Clay Handle me as your slab of clay hold me, mold me, make me your way, touch me by night, touch me by day. Take me, this gray, moldable mass, give me style, give me class, treat me as if thin, crystalline glass. Sculpt me, draw my mouth, a tender line, lips so fine, for sipping wine, and softly make my eyes tilt, incline. At top of brow trace a strand of hair lifted here, held with care, as if your hand were softly laying there. But should you lose a moment or day, walk away, perhaps not stay, your absence will indeed crack this clay. ©KRJ 9 September, 1999 revised 31 December 2001 |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Hello Sunshine This was so cleverly written and was thoroughly enjoyed by this reader. You painted such a vivid picture from your palette of words. Take care......Sue Suetang |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
You know I like this feeling, of being "pliable" in the right hands! ummmm I am/Kathleen/ |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Oh Sunshine, this is so beautiful. I love it. I'm going to keep this, if you don't mind. I hope this new year fills you with lots of love and happiness.
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Yes...I like the feeling of being like putty in someone's hands...lol.... Happy New Year....again.  *~ Wishing everyone a New Year filled with Peace & Love ~* |
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