I feel like boiling water
slowly evaporating into thin air
becoming invisible to others.
Something that came to my mind while cooking.
hydrated molecules fall
loops of tears repeat
water is like life it has its own cycle of birth death and rebirth
in a bottle it fills me
and yet I am still empty
There is a "nature/natural" element to this, and a "human" aspect within this piece. I love the duality in many forms of poetry.
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