The earth pot

This earth is a pot,  full of light in its holes

If not holding water for crows with pebbles.

Its shadows at bottom betray our emotions

Of deep passion, thirst for hills, dark fears

In deep down of belly, butterflies for future.

It is like our mom, silk-soft in belly for us.

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