tea leaves sit soggy, sad
forgotten at the bottom
of the cup
leaching, bitter tannins
now, forgetting the life they led
no one willing to read their fortune
no spilling of the secrets
they never truly had
just detrius now
from dust to dustbin
the cycle of a tea leaf
long or brief,
happy or sad
a parable, in hot water
once green and lush in colour
in essence, verdent's liquid fame
once used and now just *******
every life has limit, every limit claimed
as we sup, we suffer the race of time
running through our fingers
clamouring at our mind
one day we too,
will be *******
waiting for the dust,
one day we too
shall leach our liquids
in the unforgiving dust
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
tea leaves sit soggy, sad
forgotten at the bottom
of the cup
leaching, bitter tannins
now, forgetting the life they led
no one willing to read their fortune
no spilling of the secrets
they never truly had
just detrius now
from dust to dustbin
the cycle of a tea leaf
long or brief,
happy or sad
a parable, in hot water
once green and lush in colour
in essence, verdent's liquid fame
once used and now just *******
every life has limit, every limit claimed
as we sup, we suffer the race of time
running through our fingers
clamouring at our mind
one day we too,
will be *******
waiting for the dust,
one day we too
shall leach our liquids
in the unforgiving dust
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