a half empty
cup of coffee
neglected
on my desk
slowly turns cold —
(while half
a world away)
a woman
in pink kimono
sits at attention,
and slightly
bent at her waist
pours
green tea.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
a half empty
cup of coffee
neglected
on my desk
slowly turns cold —
(while half
a world away)
a woman
in pink kimono
sits at attention,
and slightly
bent at her waist
pours
green tea.
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