So perfect, so sweet.
So delicate, so neat.
Washing the sink.
I can hardly blink.
Watching the show.
And the way the water flows.
I see now, oh how I'm so proud.
Of how the water glows.
So perfect, so sweet.
So delicate, so neat.
Oh how it traveles effortlessly, down the sink.
And no, it does not stink.
The water is seen as life.
Oh so strong and bright.
Although, not even with a knife.
Can the water be sliced.
Life can be joyful.
Also as playful.
But often it can be trifiled.
Poisoned if you must.
So perfect, so sweet.
So delicate, so neat.
So wrecked, so bleek.
So feminine, so petite.
Ocean's crash.
Paper burns.
But like a rash.
There are no concerns.
I can't think.
I can't see.
Oh how humorous of me.
To think I saw the water wink.
So perfect, so sweet.
So delicate, so neat.
A perfect suite.
A delicate seat.
The water has energy.
That is never in jeopardy.
For in my memory.
It is seen as slenderly.
Now as I watch the sink run wild.
My heart starts to smile.
For I am a child.
Who is quite idle.
So perfect, so sweet.
So delicate, so neat.
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I absolutely loved writing this and I hope you all enjoyed it too. It literally just came to me while I was falling asleep. Oh and it's only 207 words! Thanks for reading
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