i can feel something brewing,
and the heat seeping out in the form of smoke
from under the lid
i can feel something brewing
but i can't see the water getting its color
from above the lid
i can feel something brewing
but with a finite limit in time
and something tells me now
i must lift the lid and see
if it is my darjeeling tea
i walk out of the kitchen and stand in the dark room.
let it be a dark decoction
darker than the witch's broom...
she says she wants to fly
to srilanka and kashmir
she is not scared of bombs
"a witch is covered by virtue of being a witch" do you see?
i know something is brewing
let it be for you
my darjeeling tea.
1 comment:
one word - "Beautiful"
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