Like a cup of
Pleasantly warm
Green tea
that I currently sipped
bit by bit
The warmness seeped
into the darkess and coldest
abyss
inside my being
spreading warmness
like rain after a long drought
blooming flowers of all shapes and colours
Everywhere
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
Sweetness
that shall be missed
Serene, pleasant-- that is you.
