Angel's Drastic Weirdness

Poem 1

Cinnamon

The touch of minty sweet,

Scented,

Ashes of brown,

Lingering on my fingers.

Powder, Brown,

And debonair feeling.

The silence of the muted,

And fragments,

Covers my ears.

State of Happiness,

Alertness,

And,

Gracefulness.

The mint of gratitude,

Of one another.