In Failing To Drink What Used To Be Hot And Fuming....(2) Poem by RIC BASTASA
In Failing To Drink What Used To Be Hot And Fuming....(2)
my morning poetry
is like coffee
that had gone cold
by the window having
forgotten that
i put it there a while
ago....
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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4/29/2024 9:44:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is amazing really. Your morning poetry is just like coffee that refreshes mind of a reader. Wise idea is shared here.10