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Monday, December 07, 2015

A Tribute To Artisans

Their hands are lofty,
Soaked in clay;
That’s  the only game,
They know to play.
The hands that labour,
Through needles and pins;
Intricate patterns come to life,
Like a peacock fluttering its wings.
Passing thoughts and messages,
Through the craft they mould;
Handing down legacy,
As stories unfold.
Masters of their craft,
With limited scope;
Lets acknowledge their efforts,
And give them a little hope.
Endlessly transforming,
Clays into mugs,
Threads woven to rugs.
Their work reflect their soul,
Many more stories,
Yet to be told.
Mirror of their thoughts,
Masters of their imagination;
A world without thme,
Would be an empty illustration.
Encourage their labour of love,
And the beauty of imperfections.
Known by many names,
Artisans they are,
We hope, beauty in their silence remains.


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