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August 20, 2011
The moment
I set the flower pot
where the rays of sun
had warmed the floor
As the kettle steamed on the stove
Nothing like afternoon tea
to clear ones head , soothing.
I found my papers, yet no
appetite to write...........
The water boiled
while the flower found the shade
the moment passed, yet I
held the pen, digging further
Posted by Idinraha at August 20, 2011 03:58 PM