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Back to Clay
A flower has been moved out of a pot
where it was trapped in its soil,
to be settled in a garden,
free and boundless.
The flower can finally feel the tickles of the wind,
fluttering amidst the wide field’s frame,
where it can stretch out
without the enclosing walls of terra-cotta.
But what will become of the flower,
when it is being snatched from its heaven,
back to its origin,
back to clay?
where it was trapped in its soil,
to be settled in a garden,
free and boundless.
The flower can finally feel the tickles of the wind,
fluttering amidst the wide field’s frame,
where it can stretch out
without the enclosing walls of terra-cotta.
But what will become of the flower,
when it is being snatched from its heaven,
back to its origin,
back to clay?
Published 25th Feb 2025
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