Nov 2017
My cup of tea,
now empty.
sits by me silently,
waits for me
to be up patiently.
As it turned next day
it remains still
the same way.
now empty.
sits by me silently,
waits for me
to be up patiently.
As it turned next day
it remains still
the same way.
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)
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