CLAY

CLAY


Pieces of a jigsaw, endless

Falling one by one from the skies

 

Moonlight reflects off the sun

Jigsaw puzzles orbiting the universe


Visions of a daydream

Dreams of clay

 

Shapes appearing

Not quite rigid

 

I dedicate this... 


Devin Giray Tarı

25.08.2020

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