Teacup Dreams


She arranged them on a slip of lace

these delicate teacups

with daisies dancing

on fields of green


She smashed each with a heavy hammer

reveling in its weight

as she swung and

found purchase


She held a vision a death and rebirth

this cycle of renewal, endless

and even as she woke

she felt its burden

photo: pxhere

prompts: #NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides, #zenverse


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