Sweet crystals...

Made of wood,
light brown,
a delicate golden design,
in it lays lots of sugar white,
the sugar bowls been kept aside.

On the extreme corner of the glass table,
there was a time only one spoon of sugar made her happy,
one spoon of sugar raised her level of ecstasy,
one spoon of sugar used to get her satisfied,
they were the crystals of joy,
now the use of them slowly died.

Her expectations increased,
simplicity lost,
the calorie intake decreased,
her body, the hourglass.

Her garden of fresh roses,
shrubs, herbs and various flowers and trees,
never ignored,
they're a beauty.

Near them lies the table,
pepper, salt, sauce and those oh so sinful,
one spoon only for the sake of indulgence,
the sweet crystals.

Those sweet crystals,
white and shiny,
the sweeter thing in the universe,
sweeter than many.

Then one day the crystals fell,
it was such a waste,
it made a sound which no one heard,
they fell on the ground at a low pace.

Landed on the ground,
there was one place for them to go,
the divine crystals,
the pristine crystals,
those sweet crystals,
they got the name of rubbish.

Now the sugar bowl is alone,
in a dark cupboard,
it's become old,
it lost its children,
it lost its family,
it's become old, bitter and lonely,
but those crystals are still as sweet as can be,
each one,
separated from their people,
separated form their hive,
those sweet crystals,
the sweeter they become,
they have an inability,
to bitterness they can't succumb,
even though they are lonely in the dark,
with the sweetness the crystals can never part.

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