internal countdown begins
like ants to newly landed
sugar crystal
like a sunflower to a rising sun
peeking out from the lid
like an expectant pajama-clad guy
on Christmas Eve morning
a feeling, grown up or something,
but couldn't quite shake
countdown
internal countdown begins
like ants to freshly landed
sugar crystal
like sunflower to rising sun
peeping from cover
like expectant pyjama'd tyke
on Christmas morn
a feeling, full grown or so,
but couldn't quite shake
Fri vers av crypticbard
Publicerad 2025-03-06 07:11