The drop
of water struggle’s to fall,
Eye’s
probes the brown roof
My body
shudders flowing with melancholy
Memoirs
revisit my head
It’s
been long, since the sip of first cup
It rings
the bell
A year
back, the first cup with hefty sugar
The tang
with no glow.
Now,
it’s my last day
He hands
me over the last cup,
His face
turned pale,
His dark
skin be my log
I take
the sip of my last cup,
Chime’s
my bell again,
The taste
so known
The last
cup with hefty sugar,
But taste
so unlike
I adore
the savor
It be
so wistful
He beams
at me
My heart
fills with bliss
It’s
the last day I glimpse him
I shower
the beam of forlorn
Finish
my cup
And stride
away
Leaving
a mark of farewell
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| cup with tea |
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