Poetry Vessel Max Fomitchev-Zamilov December 5, 2020 no Comments I am a bird Caught in a web of lies. I am a lake Locked in a sun dried desert. I am a leaf On a cut down tree. I am clay About to be baked. And formed into a vessel That you fill up with love. Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTelegramLike this:Like Loading...