I look inside my marbleized mug
to which piping boiling blanche tea
has freshly been poured
and I could observed
between the rippling waves,
a little water phoenix
being born bubbly and bold,
with inspiring imbued blue eyes
to complement it’s frothy feathers.
A creature so quiet and gentle,
no bigger than a human palm,
that cradles a sense of peace
throughout the entire body,
cleansing evil and anger
from the heart and soul
of all within it’s limited radius.
A remarkable creature
that will always exist
as long as quiet waters
can be found.
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Oh. This is a cool little poem that you have going on here. IT was different and expected with you finding a water phonix in a teacup. I just loved that image and I found it really vivid and fun. You did a good job of expressing yourself here.
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