Chamomile Afternoon
One day, it all ended,
Her bubble was burst!
She wondered if she were
somehow accursed!
It was just reality, kicking her
in the pants.
She begin to meditate and stop
all the worthless rants.
Music soothed her saddened,
sore soul.
A cup of chamomile tea and a
dainty cinnamon roll.
Ah, then she could pen, it was
her release.
That poetic palace of eternal
surcease!
September 8, 2020
3:45 pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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