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The Vase
what I call a vase
the enlightened ones
whisper that is it
a delicate work of art
as frail as a heart in love
it can cause one to
have subtle and exquisite dreams
I look at this centuries old vase
with newfound eyes
treasuring its rich and passionate
history as it somehow sings
of unhappiness of life and love
on closer inspection
I see the faint words in the bottom
of this work of art
Made in China
©September 13, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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