The Chipped Cup

By YaseminB

Thu, 15 Mar 2018
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The Chipped Cup

She sings a lullaby sweet
Purchased on an impulse
On Camden Street
(A leap towards the hip?)

Now her bottom is stained
Reaping the harvest of
Coffee- Noir.
The fading blooms
A pastel shade of rue.
My chipped cup laments
A bygone era. Though the future
Is aromatic still- Jasmine and Rose-Hip brew.
Certificate U
Poem
Humour

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Submitted by YaseminB on

thank you parson

Yasemin Balandi