The Songs of Lost Sea

The bud held by two leaves The mist in the chest ribs The box on the bent back In her sky a big crack The miles of the green field A smile of the tea yield The day wage is still a Scant food for the whole day They who cough blood for your Tea cup, die young for sure Lack of the sun and dew Robbed of the smell and hue The nice pics that you see The girls pick the leaf tea Masks the marks of pink woes Crushed dreams gut pains smashed snows The two green leaves and bud The tales of scream and thud We love our cup of tea They weave songs of lost sea February 7, 2018 120 Words - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One