Self Progress
Self progress is different for everyone.
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Self progress
The year is not over
Progress is rampant in the air
Around me,
Structures mold into masterpieces.
Paintings, clay, pastels, carvings, all take their shape.
When I turn back to my own work
The clay in my hands falls apart
As though it was splashed with water.
My hands recoil with the sudden wave,
The turn table moves too fast for me to catch it once more
And all that is left for me to do is watch
As what was built falls apart
On this little turntable.
Self progress looks different on everyone, don't lose yours just because it doesn't look the same as someone else's. <3
About the Creator
Angelina B
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