Here,once a Cup stood
Filled to the Brim
Alas,too full to drink
Dry Thoughts and dry Smiles
Wet lips at the thought of wet Throats
But alas,too full to drink
Split on the Rocks
Empty now,but not quite dry
Silvery Trickles;wisps,swirl inside
Tantalus,Memories of a Time
When a Cup stood,but
Too full to drink
Empty now,but not quite dry
Dry Thoughts and dry Smiles
Waiting...Praying...
For a cup,filled to the Brim
Filled to the Brim
Alas,too full to drink
Dry Thoughts and dry Smiles
Wet lips at the thought of wet Throats
But alas,too full to drink
Split on the Rocks
Empty now,but not quite dry
Silvery Trickles;wisps,swirl inside
Tantalus,Memories of a Time
When a Cup stood,but
Too full to drink
Empty now,but not quite dry
Dry Thoughts and dry Smiles
Waiting...Praying...
For a cup,filled to the Brim
As I was reading this poem, only one thought kept floating through my mind: "This is nice!" I realized it's a bit lame and ordinary but I can assure you that your poem isn't. Loved it! Keep up the good work.
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