Cryptic Poem - Echoes in Clay
?In a city’s shadowed lane, where whispers dwell,
A craft endures, resisting the tide’s swell.
Fingers shape stories, not just the earth,
Each curve and crack a testament to worth.
Fleeting voices spoke of the quicker way,
Massed molds gleamed, yet hollow they’d stay.
Strangers sought not the shine or haste,
But meaning etched, with care and grace.
From trials emerged patterns of growth,
Marks of courage, and resilience both.
Not merely a vessel to hold or to sell,
But a mirror of journeys, stories to tell.
Through each exchange, connections grew,
A legacy formed, authentic and true.
No trend could tempt, nor shortcuts deceive,
For purpose woven, hearts would believe.
To listen, to serve, to craft with intent,
These are the coins of impact spent.
In the hands of makers, the power remains,
To shape the world through purpose's reins.
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