Alabaster Jar
In a corner, shadows play,
An alabaster jar on display,
Silent witness to the day,
Guarding secrets tucked away.
Crafted by a patient hand,
From ancient, distant land,
Its surface smooth, so grand,
A tale of time and sand.
Once it held a fragrance sweet,
Perfume rare, a scented treat,
Poured with care at noble feet,
In a moment, love replete.
But now it sits in quiet grace,
A relic of another place,
Its essence gone without a trace,
Yet memories, it can still embrace.
Within its shell, a history lies,
Of whispered vows and soft goodbyes,
Of moonlit nights and sunrise skies,
Of laughter, tears, and longing sighs.
An alabaster jar so fair,
Holds more than we are aware,
A vessel of the heart’s repair,
A testament to love's affair.
So when you see it standing there,
Remember lives entwined with care,
For every jar has tales to share,
In silent splendor, pure and rare.
An alabaster jar on display,
Silent witness to the day,
Guarding secrets tucked away.
Crafted by a patient hand,
From ancient, distant land,
Its surface smooth, so grand,
A tale of time and sand.
Once it held a fragrance sweet,
Perfume rare, a scented treat,
Poured with care at noble feet,
In a moment, love replete.
But now it sits in quiet grace,
A relic of another place,
Its essence gone without a trace,
Yet memories, it can still embrace.
Within its shell, a history lies,
Of whispered vows and soft goodbyes,
Of moonlit nights and sunrise skies,
Of laughter, tears, and longing sighs.
An alabaster jar so fair,
Holds more than we are aware,
A vessel of the heart’s repair,
A testament to love's affair.
So when you see it standing there,
Remember lives entwined with care,
For every jar has tales to share,
In silent splendor, pure and rare.
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