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Evening Tea

Evening Tea

August 1, 2016 ahorsealone

I have tasted your sent
In a warm glass
Of lemon tea.

Your sweetness held me
In a passing warmth,
Likened to the morning sun.

And so… I  watched,
Sculpted by the wind,
My village withering
In the words of our past.

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