Somewhere in the expanse
A Globe
Hangs self-poised
Complete and sufficient of itself
Sculpture of a Master Craftsman
Somehow against the turpitude
Of the settlers thereof
The Great Potter still molds
A heart, a mind, a soul –
A miracle
Zika's Musings
I find some peace here
Zika's Musings 
Yeah, in a world where peeps are more batty than the Joker, you are a MIRACLE!!! Beautiful stuff…lav it!
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Thanks Swag
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beautiful lines Zee
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Thanks Topazo
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Hmmm. Deep. 🙌🏾
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Nice piece.
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Thank you sir
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The line…’Somehow against the turpitude of the settlers thereof…..’is pretty comforting Zee, in the sense that ‘Ibaje eniyan ko d’ase Oluwa duro’; solely due to His immutable and unchanging qualities that sets Him too far apart from the settlers of this globe….us Earthlings, that kain thing! Great is His faithfulness!😇😁
‘Potter’s Globe’ in all of its simplicity’s the definition of class, effortlessness and soul! These lines are deep and you Sweets…are a miracle! 😉 Nicely done!❤😄
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Hey Yemie! How’ve you been? Love this analysis sis. Spot on as usual. Thanks sis. God bless you and yours always.
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