by : Bacardi Gold
19/oct/2022
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a kettle in an open flame
half filled with water
i laid my eyes on it
and saw scratches of the past
walled with some grains of rust
like the knights of an era
who encircled a palace
and defended it triumphantly
against the foes of fire
as the water boiled
loud bubbles cried
to be freed from internal heat
and into my cup
filled with coffee, sugar and cream
a little swirling with a spoon
brown pool of liquid
into my system
down into the sea of troubled mass
gave some satisfaction to the body …
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