Like a habit you are popping
Like an origami habit.
I'm fine - I am in order,
Just a tempest in a tea pot.
You can not provide connection,
But we also can't be parted.
Give a call and Information -
It will slip in light coarse calico.
Poetry is not a soap.
Please excuse me, I'll be honest.
What once was and then cooled down -
Will again to zenith mount.
Because all is calm, not stormy.
Because everything is normal.
And the soul flows molding,
In the shape of words sounds formal.
A well scribed piece...... Truly superb and splendid...5 stars *****
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Lovely poem. “ Poetry is not a soap. Please excuse me, I'll be honest. What once was and then cooled down - Will again to zenith mount.” Loved it.