Spoiler
I know I'm not making any sense, but I'm not giving any attention to the thoughts of my poem, so bear with me. For poets out there, I really need your cooperation on what should I focus on. I've been working on my imagery words and it seems I haven't grown up a bit. Please, be harsh. But don't insult my writing; I might bite you if you do that.
I tear up the foil
from a container, as I place
my lips on its mouth. I tend
to sip out its liquor; I can feel
the dewdrops damp on
my taste buds
The sweet savor of nature gathers
its freshness,
still preserves in my mind.
