Damaged Urn

vase

The vase is filled with emptiness

Its enchanting allure concealed with dust

This damaged urn; useless

That once stood out the brightest

Chipped off insides, no exterior mark

A certain disfigured, apparent spark

That’s how things perish, that’s how it embarks

Pay attention to what’s vitiated, pay attention to its arc

Musky corner; its endless bide

Repair it with love, don’t throw it aside

Your presumption; unjustified

Have flowers ever grown when fertilized with cyanide?

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