I play with words the way
Potters mold clay and
Artists paint pictures
On a sunny day.
My figures are words,
Each landscape a paragraph,
My sunny day the same,
But seen through my eyes
Differently than by the
Artist who paints what she sees,
The Potter who sculpts
What she feels.
I create what I know,
Using words I've been
Taught by the
Secret thoughts of my
Heart.
I play with words.
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