before I drink my coffee
I can smell its scent
I know
you're probably in the kitchen
making your favorite toasts
I can hear the dripping
the fume pervades the air
are you still at home?
or have you already gone?
it drips and drips
the cat
has spilled the milk
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Author:
dorothv (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "It's no use crying over spilled milk" - the nature of relationships
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments2
Intriguing words Dorethv, leaves one thinking, which is good.
Welcome to MPS.
Brilliant!
(I look forward to learning from you, dear Poet
thank you for choosing to share)
Very nice to hear(read) it 🙂
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