The cobwebs in the kitchen
buys realisation
nothings perfect.
At times it feels I am
looking down from this cupboard
and the marbled floor,
feels like a colliding world
The spoons are spectres of ghosts present,
as the moon inversely reflects
with wings to fly
another tempest cup of sorrow
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
The cobwebs in the kitchen
buys realisation
nothings perfect.
At times it feels I am
looking down from this cupboard
and the marbled floor,
feels like a colliding world
The spoons are spectres of ghosts present,
as the moon inversely reflects
with wings to fly
another tempest cup of sorrow
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