An empty vase in the corner of my room..beautiful,colorful, magnificent..admired by many..the vase,though empty,seems majestic..standing alone,it's one of it's kind..spreading positivity and charm..smiling n welcoming each face it encounters..yet,the vase is empty..the vase have a dark side too..it's hollow from within..as hollow as an abyss..hiding this inner-self from the outside world..suffering n suffocated to the core..it needed flowers to fill it's void..a ray of hope..to fight darkness..it got some too..
but irony is-
the flowers could not fill the vase..
they simply aren't enough..
so,the vase remains incomplete again..
holding the emptiness..
standing tall..in solitude..
but irony is-
the flowers could not fill the vase..
they simply aren't enough..
so,the vase remains incomplete again..
holding the emptiness..
standing tall..in solitude..
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