BretonLegacy

Matcha

I try to write a poem but nothing comes of it

Neither rhyme nor reason is coming to mind

Lambic, Free, Limeric, Tanka, Haiku, or Sonnet

In my head the only thing I realize is that I'm blind

Blind to rhyme, blind to reason, and blind for you

This was supposed to be about Matcha, not a whine



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