Cup

There is a reason
its called a cup
one just holds it
from both of one's
hands and
sup from it.

While she looks on
still wondering.
That mind of hers
takes a lot of time
to wind down
and chime with
the easy strokes
of my breath.



Poetry by Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-10-09 at 18:01

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