My Dear Vase Lady,
with eyes shuttered down,
subdued and silent you are;
what goes on in your mind?
I saw the beautiful, interesting vase standing alone in a quiet corner of the mall as I nosed around. I noticed a chipped bit around her neck, but the questioning poem came to my mind. I wondered who the sculptor had in mind when he/she was creating this.
Have you been clicking your camera recently? Any interesting finds? Enjoy your day.