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Tea Wisps of steam Arise from dead leaves To grace the presence of my windowsill And the snow How it blows and falls between My future and me But in the immediate reality of me Is tea
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
Steaming Tea On A Windowsill
Tea Wisps of steam Arise from dead leaves To grace the presence of my windowsill And the snow How it blows and falls between My future and me But in the immediate reality of me Is tea
Steaming Tea On A Windowsill
colmistoirm
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
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