The vase
Time has passed,
Glass has shattered,
Flowers have wilted,
And water has spilled.
Pick up the broken pieces ; wipe the floor,
Don't dwell on your regrets of its breaking,
Don't dwell on how beautiful the vase used to be.
A memory as beautiful as a flower vase,
An aching heart as messy as a broken vase
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