The week was too long
Then got even tougher
Toward its conclusion
Today was worse than all
To exhaustion
Then
Peace in the night
Comes with hot tea
Alone, I sit in the night
Some green leaves float
In my steaming cup
Lemon verbena from the bush
Grown in last summer's sun
Like any summers passed
I remember, together
When we drank some
O, so long ago
Often
Mango tea it was
Then, I am happy
For tonight you are free
No more pain nor sorrow
No more for you
Not at all
Not anymore
No
Now
I finished my tea
One last drop tasted of honey
I try to dry my tears
And even to cheer a bit
Recalling again
You are free
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