Language of Tea
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A cup of tea ,
just like an ocean .
When I blow it softly ,
spary boils ,
hiding all sadness.
Pervading in the room ,
the hot air ,
covers the dim future .
Just right ,
close eyes ,
to hear the spary blowing .
Copyright © Turbid River | Year Posted 2015
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