Ode to Teacup
A teacher once offered me a proverb:
The purpose of a teacup lies in the empty space.
I think that gives too little credit to my teacup.
Even when holding nothing,
the curve of its handle looks at me cheerfully,
a porcelain smile,
catching the morning sun on the windowsill.
Is beauty not purpose enough?
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