There is no river here,
No easily flowing eloquency
Slipping off the tips of
Caffiene tinted fingernails
Like spilt milk in the morning.
Click. Click Click.
Do not cry.
But what if the cup shatters?
Your control is exquisite. The morning images you create...something to wake up to. Now i feel like a coffee] Made me smile. Simple and elegant.10/10
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start with a beautiful poem, Leise. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks