Friday, 10 January 2014


The beauty of the vase lies shattered  

Falling helplessly to the cold marble floor 

The colourful flowers lie scattered

And the sweet fragrance still lingers in the air

As the vanity and pride in me humbly vanish

And the shell of conceit is cracked open  

Oh! Potter of the wheel of life!

Let the miracle of your Love set me free

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