#27 – Cleaning
It is about the wiper
Which used to be a beautiful handkerchief
Lovely and full of melancholy
Still, it is no more bright, and not even white
It always makes things shine
Everywhere it goes, the place lights up
They seem to be purified or given a bulb
Still, gifting magic but could not save its vivid
Owning the ability to refine, but its yarn is increasingly faded
Everything is spotless but cannot clean its cosmic
Soft, worn fibers fall off with time
The absorbed stains of tho specks of dirt may not be washed off
Even though it becomes a rag, it always shines on its own
With a wise mission – to clean up any stains.
A handkerchief does not need to be white.
Mickey
- Initial: June 16, 2022
