holding a half-full water bottle
moisture dripping to my hand
i reach my pocket for napkin
i saw a vortex forming inside
when i spin it; it's tiny tornado
i imagine speed of revolution
i seem to depart from my teacher
explanation which is collision of
two different temperatures causes
a twisting motion which could land
in any low pressure areas, anytime
earth's revolution has a pull on it too
(my apology to weathermen i have
minute idea, it only strikes my mind
just right now and i write it. i salute you
sirs/ma'ams. you're great. have a bless
day)
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