The smell of mint tea drifts through the air.
While fingers run through each other's hair.
As the kettle screams, I awaken.
The scent leaves me, shaken.
The world is blue and green.
But to my new eyes...
Green is all that can be seen.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
The smell of mint tea drifts through the air.
While fingers run through each other's hair.
As the kettle screams, I awaken.
The scent leaves me, shaken.
The world is blue and green.
But to my new eyes...
Green is all that can be seen.
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