Vase Poem by Ging Taping
Vase
I love collecting vase,
either it is made of clay,
crystal or wood base.
It comes in different sizes and shapes,
long, short, petite, large and small.
In different colors and shades.
' I like more in blue it's cool.'
Vase might be found in the corner of the house.
Some maybe simple but elegant.
Some looks classy and posh.
Time passes by,
we can't deny.
We grow old.
Soon we're history to be told,
next generation will be unfold.
But the VASE standing still in the corner.
Waiting for someone to fill in with flower.
Time aged the perfection.
Turned into a beautiful creation.
No matter what the world may lay.
VASE now an antique sinewy.
Colorful flowers are waiting to keep the vase afresh though it is old- procure it for future - It will definitely tell your story- long long ago we had a nice grand mom who was fond of collecting...............
a simple thing like a VASE but full of sentimental value for the next generation
Beautiful poem, Ging Taping. I can picture a slender, white and blue vase standing in the corner, Thanks for sharing
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5/10/2024 5:15:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That simple vase if not flowers would hold many wonderful stories. Much enjoyed. The opportunity shops are great for Vases.