In the stillness of my studio,
Where the clay whispers its secrets,
I mold and shape,
Creating vessels of harmony.
Each stroke of my hand,
A reflection of my soul’s melody,
In every curve and line,
Lies the rhythm of my artist’s life.
In the stillness of my studio,
Where the clay whispers its secrets,
I mold and shape,
Creating vessels of harmony.
Each stroke of my hand,
A reflection of my soul’s melody,
In every curve and line,
Lies the rhythm of my artist’s life.
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