CARVED IN CLAY - WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

CARVED IN CLAY
Not a blossom to claim or hold,
But a universe, a story told.
Her gaze, a starry summer night,
Where galaxies ignite with light.
Her laughter, like a whispering breeze,
Through willow branches, rustling leaves.
Her smile, a crescent moon's soft gleam,
A gentle secret, half a dream.
Her touch, a whisper, soft and kind,
A haven found, where solace you'll find.
Her spirit, a river, ever strong,
Carving its path, where it belongs.
Her form, a sculpture, earth and grace,
A melody held in every space.
A canvas where emotions play,
A masterpiece, each passing day.
With every stride, a silent dance,
A symphony, a vibrant trance.
A force of nature, wild and bright,
A beacon burning ever so light.
 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI