Give Me The Grain As The Pot Roll Down Comments

wonderfulllllllllllllllllllllllll..sweet and passionated poem..loved this creative images... shape and turn into some direction, whether soft or hard too sharp to touch, comes the most beautiful mold as it form the most splendid return the eyes have seen as little fingers linger folded the clay in the water soak it display; waste no bits and pieces, paste what ever it may see, putting in the ground for making it dry in the air it say goodbye here is my flexible hand and softly touches your whist line for you to feel the shape you want me to be, roll my side, to up and down, as the wheat stand in the ground waiting for you to calm down pour me down for me to give the ground as you will have the grains, in you’re sweetening tongue you found.....