The Silent Vase

The silent smiling Vase

stood in the corner

her intricate patterns

distracted her admirers

keeping  them engaged in her many forms.

Some praised her delicate ways

Some her fragrant themes

Some her slim waist

and others her blessed bust

Her sunshine smile

was enough to beguile

even the most indifferent.

She often looked up at the wall

and tried in vain

to lean into his arms.

Once the landlady

on her cleaning spree

pushed the vase

close to the wall

the vase sighed

the wall smiled.

A new blossom bloomed

the vase was heavier

her smile brighter

no one was wiser.

 

 

 

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