The Stirring
A storm in a teacup,
whirling silvery clouds;
Caffeine is cuddling you;
It’s so hard to deny
that sky devoid of blue;
A storm in a teacup,
howling turbid beauty;
Gloomiest glitter drops
lick at a murky spoon;
The stirring never stops;
A storm in a teacup
sweetened a little bit;
Lit up smile’s peeking out;
Something of a striptease,
steered by the slightest pout;
A storm in a teacup,
everyday is my time;
Focusing blinking eyes
that tall hill now lies flat;
This fight is paradise.
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