Morning tea, like a sweet melody
Enthralls my heart
Minute by minute
Shutting and opening
My eyelids
I feel this
Beautiful day
Pretending to sleep
More and more
One stroke of eight
The bell at the door
She is going to come
With her stamping feet
Waking me up with her
Smiley treat
Hot cup with
Empty saucer
Ready to fill
The loneliness
With mocker
For a moment, still
I enjoy my life
With eternity
As in tea
We both mingle
Forever, but not yet
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