The Teacup

No one appreciated the Caterpillar,

It is always the Butterfly.

No one celebrated the Storm,

It is always the Rainbow.

No one exclaimed how beautiful a Blank Page is,

It is always the Poetry.

Can’t a Teacup be a Teacup

Without the Tea?

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