Vessle

A teacup once saw a

beautiful flower.

It was wilted and

worn

but it was perfect

to her.

 

The wind told her that

it was hers,

but the teacup knew that it

couldn't be true.

 

The sun told her to

take a chance.

Take the flower.

But the teacup knew it

wasn't hers to pick.

 

The flower told her

nothing

and sat and stared at

the fragile teacup.

 

So the teacup reached

out its handle

to pick the flower.

But when she touched it,

the beautiful, perfect flower

crumbled

to dust.

A dust

that was never hers.