Tea To The Cold - Poem by Melanie Emikohe
I served a tea to one who's coldest,
to warm those homeless bluish lips,
to stir the blood that's gotten stale
from wandering the snow uncovered.
Most of all, if the drink did him well
and pacified those trembling limbs,
he spoke it was my letting him in
that melted an old sadness within.
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