White Wall in My Tea


Indeed morning wake us up

to live, stand and greet God

murmured gratitude

for one night death that just been passed

grieving obstacles

outside the door keening for us


Clouds are waiting

our eyes to paint it

dark blue or shady pink

wishing it far from rainy cheek

though longing for any rainbow

come down to cheer other breathing skins


Whilst air sithe and water whistling

we breathe, we sip


neglect the light

jump out from couchette

start roosting and struggling

to be more human


Though the wall whisper sloth

let your tea swig it



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