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My cup

My ocean

I am holding it
In my unstable hands

I see the water falling from the edge
Down slowly like tears

Aggressive like a waterfall
Calmly as a stream

I can only watch

I can throw it away
Take a new one

I take a step back
Placing it softly on the ground before me
Pick up the new one

Eyes forward
A line of cups in different colours

Water pouring over
Every single one

I look down

The weight of the cup

My ocean

Fri vers (Fri form) av 1BlackBird
Läst 158 gånger
Publicerad 2020-07-03 17:49

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