The horse trotted in
With a dainty clip clop
Dust sent spinning
In neat rings
Pearly drops clung to its brow
The lid presses down
On a gathering warmth
The spout arches tortuously outward
Vapour has dimmed the swollen,
Scalding surface.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
in this rush to think out of the box ,I forgot to see whats inside.
2 comments:
yes. much clearer now. but only because you said so.
there there. not completely.
Post a Comment