Deep
Down my throat
I felt
An urge
To
Fill my mouth
With a
Surge of fluid
Enamored.
Hot water
Drenched
In sweet,
Sniffed
With herbs
And a
Tinge of sunset
Whose taste
Makes it
Tea.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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awesome dude .... this one is the best .... put it on fb notes ...
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