Friday, April 1, 2011


It’s a song that suggests at a moment
With my eyes closed
And sweet warmth teasing my lips
It’s a trickle of sparkling laughter
And a china rose
Between my fingertips
It’s the sound of a brief siesta
And I smile
As I absorb its melody
It’s a beautiful kind of music
Song of chamomile
As I pour a cup of tea


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