Staring out my window,
My dreams are shattered by the call of a crow.
These days I feel like I am ready to burst.
Oh how I wish to thirst
to be relieved of this burden.
Only something so sweet,
which can make my heart skip a beat.
Each sip I take is so refreshing
I wonder if this is a blessing.
How I wonder?
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
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lol... you write a poem for tea. -__-"
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