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Grandmother’s Cloisonné Vase
Contributed by
nexxa
on
Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 12:39:35 AM in AEST
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Up on the highest shelf above the window that
framed your roses, the little ones I thought
were babies, their miniature faces squinting in
the sun.
I road my big wheel then, the yellow one with red
handles, and round the garden I would go, until
all the colors and faces blended into one.
Then from the splintery gate that enclosed the yard,
I would cross my eyes and hold them so,
and watch the sun planting sparkles on their petals
while their leaves would stretch and reach and grow.
I picked those roses to your dismay, the sparkled petals,
faces and all And held them up one by one while you filled
the vase from above the window.
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nexxa
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2004-09-05 00:39:35]
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Re: Grandmother’s Cloisonné Vase
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by venkat on
Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 05:15:09 AM AEST
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| enjoyed it.good write.. venkat |
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Re: Grandmother’s Cloisonné Vase
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by thumper on
Sunday, 5th September 2004 @ 08:31:41 AM AEST
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I could see it all as I read. :o) Very nice write. Enjoyed it tremendously! Kudos!
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