Broken teapots
Clouds of mist
Glass too hot to touch,

Pick it up piece by piece
All at once
Is way too much.

And every piece has a different hue,
Discarded now,
Her hands are free,
Eyes gazing a different view.

So if that teapot breaks,
Don't touch the glass so quickly,
Because the clouds of mist became thick smoke
And drown your view completely.