A vase, made of crystal or molded clay,
In and of itself, beautiful in its own way.
By itself it is a lovely piece of decor.
A delight to the eyes, that is what it is there for.
But what good is a vase, with nothing in it?
Its main purpose is to hold flowers within it.
An empty, giant void it has with nothing inside it,
That its owner just might as well hide it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem