"I've written couplets about each cup,
Next time I'll write them on it.
And if I get fed up with that,
I'll then start writing sonnets."
Next time I'll write them on it.
And if I get fed up with that,
I'll then start writing sonnets."
Cup 23.
Crystals formed on the ash side facing the fire. They look like snow falling from a laden sky. Or manna from heaven.
Crystals formed on the ash side facing the fire. They look like snow falling from a laden sky. Or manna from heaven.
My rhymes about each cup amuse me. Why else do I write them?