Cup of tea
Written by mysterious hands
The things yet to come
And upon the skies
North Star beckoning arm
To the one
Who breath and sigh
And whose face behind
While the watchful eye
The prison of his mind
Alas, man oh man
Remember today
Nay the old-very old
Nay the babes-so young
But enjoy what is here, now and today
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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