A Gifted Vase
A Gifted Vase
The vase came to me with a bundle of surprise,
And the horse riding over its flint made me glee & Pride!
It was running towards its destination,
While my heart was flowing to get the devotion!
But I'd never thought that a horse is created to go to the miles,
How can it stay in the lone's life!
Though the strong ray of hope is streaming inside,
By humming lore in a dreaming voice!
If it's enchanting color is breathing in the depth,
Yet the soul is groaning extent!