Vase

You brought the vase home one day,
and thought it was a beautiful purchase.
It gave you much more than you wanted
but u always thought it was part of the bargain.
The vase continued to give,cherishing those wonderful memories
Until one day the flowers came.
You grinned only at the radiant flowers
while the vase continued to wimper.
It turned dull with loneliness
but you never understood
because you u always had the flowers for company.
Then the vase decided that it cant swim in past memories
for they all dried up.
It cracked and you threw it away.
The vase cannot be Thrown!
It will break into a hundred pieces and never be found again.
Nevertheless, the vase believed along with the pain is
Discovery.
May it be found by a kind angel again.

Composed, (C)
Yl.