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The storm in the teacup spills the instant
We hit a bump in the road.
But where it splashed and flowed
Reveals reflections
Of a time that was once at peace.
The ripples have subsided
The smooth gloss and silence
Offer a glimmer of hope.
All things are fleeting.
Even this particular trope.
The storm in the teacup spills the instant
We hit a bump in the road.
But where it splashed and flowed
Reveals reflections
Of a time that was once at peace.
The ripples have subsided
The smooth gloss and silence
Offer a glimmer of hope.
All things are fleeting.
Even this particular trope.
The poems I did tonight were:
1) Am I Hip to my Dreams,
2) Never Truly Alone
3) Hobos and Tramps
4) Breathless
Looking forward to January 20th for the next one.
The poems I did tonight were:
1) Am I Hip to my Dreams,
2) Never Truly Alone
3) Hobos and Tramps
4) Breathless
Looking forward to January 20th for the next one.