SteamA Poem by Fearless Sunshine
I like the way steam flies up from my tea.
It twists and twirls like it's in a ballet, Graceful yet hot to the touch. Other times it looks like warriors, Fighting their heroic battles on horseback. It's almost as if I'm seeing into another world. To capture such a thing is foolish, I know. Most people would claim that it's 'just steam', Nothing more than wisps of hot air. But it's much more fun to think otherwise, no? © 2014 Fearless SunshineReviews
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StatsAuthorFearless SunshineBoston, MAAboutShe/her or they/them pronouns. I love to read and I'm giving writing a go. ~ I like reading, writing, film, and dancing. My ukulele is my third arm and I love to play music. My favor.. more..Writing
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