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If you give me the green light and I pass
on this path of enchanted dreams,
you know that with my hands I can transform your being,
with the magic of clay and intertwined love.
In the silence whispers the wind,
stories of a soul that longs to be reborn.
My potter's hands, with love and care,
shape your dreams, make them bloom.
Every curve and every line, a sigh,
every twist and every shape, a new dawn.
Your essence in the clay, like a sweet destiny,
an eternal journey, a dance with no end to beat.
Give me the light, the sincere chance,
With the art of my hands, together we can create.
On the turning lathe, we'll be the stars,
Where past and future meet again.
Love the poetry and imagery in this piece. It's like a beautiful and serene world created by you.