Teapot silver and true
reality refracted
in its curvature sides
my counterfeit muse.
On a capsule of age
handle and spout aligned
along the meridian divide
holding candle lit rage.
But lies could not tame me
eyes a piercing suprise
all went dark as I heard,
'mom gave it to Amy'.
3 weeks ago
1 comment:
Ooooh... I can just imagine the scene :)
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