Once it was beautiful crystal, now it’s broken on the ground.
You can see the Art of the master craftsman who made it.
There is no repair possible—it is now just glistening shards.
Once it flew on blue skies and swam the ocean’s depths.
Now, on land, shattered on the rocks, it will never be the same.
It will cut you as you blindly walk upon it or try to pick it up.
And it will have no mercy as your blood falls on the ground.
Sweep it away, handle it carefully as it takes its final trip.
And keep the picture of the perfect vessel in your mind.
Still tasting the sweet wine that it carried to your lips.
You can see the Art of the master craftsman who made it.
There is no repair possible—it is now just glistening shards.
Once it flew on blue skies and swam the ocean’s depths.
Now, on land, shattered on the rocks, it will never be the same.
It will cut you as you blindly walk upon it or try to pick it up.
And it will have no mercy as your blood falls on the ground.
Sweep it away, handle it carefully as it takes its final trip.
And keep the picture of the perfect vessel in your mind.
Still tasting the sweet wine that it carried to your lips.
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