The Unshaken pot


This is not a very pretty pot now but there is much to learn from a pot so broken but the life it holds remains calm

In a fateful turn of things nature sought to choose the other side

The power was fierce that left a trail of tears

The winds were harsh and wild and brought upon an undesired fate

Memories of memories are what remain beneath the piles of broken dreams

Such is the beauty of life, glory and pomp aside

New memories of kindness from friends and strangers alike

The boundaries were broken and the feelings shared for the loss is the same for all

Nevertheless the pot survives for its seen the worst of all.




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