Before glazing me

by Saerelune   Feb 7, 2020


What am I to you? A pretty vase
on a scentless dining table?

Your strong fingers shape my clay
then leave me drying in isolation.

Please, don't break me.
I'm not shining yet.

8/2/2020
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