The China Vase

Centuries have passed

Dynasties have risen and fallen

History adds yet another chapter

As had you, many a spring bloom

You’ve out-seen them all

Fleeting beauties of the age

Not even your tears brimming

Can sustain them for long

All that remains is empty sorrow

Cosseted by your unfading beauty

Until the next spring, and the next

All desperately waiting for you

To honour their beauty

With your fresh tears and embrace.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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