Times are at crunch

Times, now, are at crunch,
Still, we are at the table,
With mugs of coffee,
Having as we our breaking dawns
And fasts,

Times are at a crunch,
Still, we are settling down
Like beautiful tattooed hearts,
And thinking of sharing our waters
From eyes, of Joys, filling us,
And the World in us,

Dipping our fingers in the tubs
Of honey and lemon pulps,
Thinking of preparing a perfect brunch,
For you, me, and all of us,

Times are so at the crunch,
And still we are blooming
Like flowers by twine tied,
A Colored Bunch.


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