The cup that broke housed a thought.

                     A nascent bud, not blooming yet!

But the hand of chance with the pot,

                  Filled the cup with a different fate!

Smiling lips drank up the infusion.

                  Tho' the process of a nascent mind,

Failed to make that thought sustain!

                      A shattered cup was left behind!

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