"clockwises" poems
DARK IN COLOR
TO GIVE THE MORNING A CONNOTATION
IN A WHITE CUP ON THE EDGE OF A WINDOW
THAT SIMULATES THE COLD OF WINTER
WITH ITS WARMTH
HEAVENLY RAIN AND ITS DELIGHTFULNESS WITH ITS TASTE
WHICH THE LOVER SEES AS A MEDICINE
FOR PASSION AND NOSTALGIA AND REMEMBRANCE
A RENEWED FLAVOR
THAT YOU CAN'T GET TIRED OF
AND IF IT BECOMES A MORNING HABIT
THAT YOU PRACTICE EVERYDAY
IT'S THE KEY TO THE MORNING
WITHOUT IT THE CLOCKWISES STOP MOVING
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC