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Art
The men of wrath
Banter and rant
Next to the famed bar,
While the man inside
Recites his years long poetry.
Amidst the sectored chaos,
The beauty of his work
Seeps through the ruckus
To an open window
Seeking ailment and cure.
One by one, the broken pieces
Of a ceramic glass
Come back to life,
As the hours of the night
Dim the harsh voices of the strife.
A nearly wasted...
Sunday 9th March 2025 3:29 pm
Kintsugi
Precious china,
shattered
after the fall.
No longer valued,
or wanted at all.
Enter the ancient
mending art of
Kintsugi,
where the broken pieces
are filled with gold.
Alas, they are stronger
than before,
a sight to behold.
How befitting God
did the same thing for me.
Filled my shattered heart
with His love, mended me.
Kintsugi.
It’s stronger now.
withstands...
Monday 1st April 2019 2:57 am
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