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"when my hand start talking, my tongue could only listen. "

Tuesday, May 9, 2017


Like a cup of
Pleasantly warm
Green tea
that I currently sipped
bit by bit

The warmness seeped
 into the darkess and coldest
inside my being
spreading warmness
like rain after a long drought
blooming flowers of all shapes and colours

Another sip is like molten honey
that washed away any web
of bitterness
which has accumulated
like tumour
for the past eternity

Now the last sip
is slightly tepid
but still pleasant
Like a symphony that's about
 to end
Leaving behind a lingering
that shall be missed

Serene, pleasant-- that is you.