After bee
glue ( guardian)
This morn,
inadvertently I
dropped a flower vase,
in which my artistic
tapestry
and painted lineage in colorful
frilled frocks came to
nothing:
this porcelain emblem
of long,
cherished of my memory
and craft.
Now I know how much my
love
Of craft and
love for art
Crumbled to nothing
now.
Hours and days spent in
Precious time, tap before me.
Yes in disintegration,
Life is more
significant
Understood better than
earlier.
In money dissipated,
you
Realize the value of
money
Ugliness invasive till
now
Swallowing you into
ashes.
Ramblings into
excursions
of devious mileage .Teaches
a lot for humans and in
humans.
Looking for love
unassimilated
Yes that is the move
now .
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