The kettle whistles abruptly
Sitting poached, enduring its sound
No greater surrounding would I invitingly approach
The moment, to not be forgotten
A memory of serenity, a time of calming
Wished to the turning clock to pause its movement
In the light of my eyes I want nothing more
Thus, the peace of this can never be returned

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