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Unbonded Time

At one of my favorite pottery roadside markets, I was after considerable time. This time, it is lined with trees and even the pottery artifacts has grown moss on them. This is nearly end of summers but shade and for two days the rains must have been gracious to lend the place an eerie appeal. Looking through, the fables are cast on the terracotta pots. How much I yearn to acquire them. Each time, a new story to carry within myself without an end.


will when I be gone
be cast
into a moon




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