In the Coffee Cup
A morning looking in a coffee cup,
My soul is asking questions of the heart,
As destiny reveals itself in art,
Should inquiry find truth in crumpled dreams,
And bring the eye to look so gently up,
The heart must be ready to flow soul streams.
Form: Wordsworth's Sestet
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2012
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