The Broken Vase My crystal vase shines so bright in the light, What a pleasant sight! It shimmered in the morning beam, So beautiful like a fragile dream. One day it had a fall, And it felt like I had lost it all. When it broke, It felt like I had a stroke. Then I fixed it back with glue, It looked brand new. Because I had traced the cracks with gold, So, it had a story so bold. Now it’s fine, not perfect but wise, A beautiful image to the eyes. Its new self was a beautiful piece of art, Screaming tales of strength to people’s hearts. Aara Singalaxana 6C Full Poem:
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