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In the darkest corner of a cozy room,

stands a vase lit by the moonlight’s glow.

Sitting firmly on a sturdy stool,

away from the prying eyes of any strange fellow.

Occasionally glimpsed by many,

received comments that are so similar that

its uncanny.

Decorated by gems and precious stones,

it glitters and glows in the calming light of the moon

“such delicate beauty?”, they pondered.

“and yet so bold!”, they wondered.

Praises and critics,

not many knows the secret of the ceramic vase.

Beside fine gems and precious stones,

its also ‘decorated’ with cracks.

Seen only by people whom have bothered to get close enough,

close enough to touch,

 and leave impressions that acts as a clutch.

The crack may be a defect,

but it brings out the vulnerability in the bold design,

and the scars in the delicate beauty.

Alas, the cracks has becomes a part of the intricate design.

The vase,

sitting firmly on the sturdy stool.

In the dark corner of a cozy room.

Waiting for someone to discover its real beauty.

To trust it enough to place some flowers,

giving it credibility.

you see,

flowers are to vase,

 like love is to a man’s heart.