Stillness in Chaos
The steam rises from my cup
a gentle wisp of white
a force, promising the summer rain
to embrace it, to make it warm
It dances in the air,
a swirling cloud of white
— a force of...
a gentle wisp of white
a force, promising the summer rain
to embrace it, to make it warm
It dances in the air,
a swirling cloud of white
— a force of...