I am the vase that you bought at a shop.
I am fragile and will break if you drop.
left alone I sit empty.
fill me with water and flowers to enjoy.
I am pretty when full with your attention and love.
put me back on a shelf to admire for a time,
then when the flowers are wilting you toss me out
with the sour water and forget about me
until flowers bloom again
and I am of use to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem