PEERLESS CHINA VASES, TANGLES AND MENDS – project “52”
For him, she was as a peerless China vase. He held her high and admired her with fear of her fragility and irreplaceable value.
She knew his qualms and she knew his demons – bigger than dancing dragons on Chinese New Year.
She would smile through her trembling eyelashes and would entangle him more in the riddle of her frivolous ways.
The silk thread was all over the room and one would wonder if she lost the ball of silk yarn rolling around or she is weaving, spinning and entwining a web…
Ah, as if he would care!
She can tangle him, she can spin him, but she always knew how to mend his troubled soul.
Wherefore he held her high as an unrivalled Chinese vase.
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