Tea
Bring tea!
He ordered
She melted suddenly in that boiling anger
Not srong!
He looked at her sharpely
with burning eyes
the lips that she made red with lipstick
on that day
became pale
how can she say infront of the
guests that there is no milk
she squeeced the breast for milk
the hot tea poured in to the silver cups
raised the storm
she served it to all guests with a smile
and go back with empty cups to
her busy evening kitchen
they left for her
littile drops of appreciation
under the silver chinese cups
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