I got home feeling so very tired.
I boiled some water to make tea.
The tea bag hung in a glass.
Hot water put off steam.
Time gnawed the edges.
In the water,
tendrils of
crimson
fall.
Caveat: Poem #599
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I got home feeling so very tired.
I boiled some water to make tea.
The tea bag hung in a glass.
Hot water put off steam.
Time gnawed the edges.
In the water,
tendrils of
crimson
fall.
Comments are closed.
Another fabulous and moving nonet!