I boil the water
my soul feels
its warmth
the cups are
set side by side
with compassion
the sacred spices
now replace emptiness
water and tea
infused
one for her
one for me
I and thou
all we need
to know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brisk lovely poem on dates as if. Nicely penned.