A broken vase

She sits on the red carpet amid the salon, surrounded by lamps

of varied shades and hues,

All lighting the room and among the records you pick the blue vase

You drop dead the vase, lost in the music of the vase

the sound of  a breaking vase is a rhetoric on the eardrum

only you wonder what will happen for the Klien vase of 1957

has  a characteristic sound, you leave the salon

the music repeats itself on the tv screen as the broken vase

is a shattered dream of a wayward silence and she turns on the other side

of the bed and pretend to sleep, I overhear the love drive and eerie romance

not coming soon, is the broken vase, you cannot collect it to be

a vase again, but you might lose the night sleeping, deeply!


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