The Floral Centerpiece


The vase was made of tiles,
Silver, white, and blue of skies,
Holding branches painted golden,
And crystals like the twinkling of eyes,
And the twigs were all unique,
With stories of their own,
Resembling weary travelers,
Made of common flesh and bone,
And from their midst, the flowers peeked,
Fair and safe within their home,
Set with grasses and reeds,
And pendent jewels,
Though gaudy the colors,
Like brushes, brown rushes,
Were the set
Of beauty’s good tools!

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