The Vase,
It was beautiful to all that seen it,
but it only needed to be beautiful to some.
Some would want it,
some would have it,
some would drop it.
It happened over,
and over,
and over,
Until it became sand.
Until it became forgotten.
The Sand,
It wasn't as beautiful as The Vase,
but it only needed to be beautiful to one.
One would want it,
one would have it,
one would drop it.
It happened over,
and over,
and over,
Until it was all in a glass vase.
Until it was beautiful again.
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The Vase in The Sand
PoésieWhen I first wrote this poem, It was originally a story called "The Sands of Time". It was supposed to be about a beautiful vase that kept getting dropped until it turned into sand but even when it was sand, it never stopped believing that it was a...
