Clay Poem by Sofia Fiona

Clay



I mold words
on the page
like clay in
my hands and
give shape to
novelties.
Why? Because
I like to.
be something
more than mere
animal.

Sunday, April 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art,poetry,writing
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