[b][/b]My hot mint tea
Will touch these lips
And leave its cold reflection…
Five-handed bared tree,
Astonished under evil drops
Unsearching heating chances.
The mint, the chamomile together,
Defaulted winter, me and them.
I was like tea, like “never”
For already defeated men…
“Cheer up!” – mint tea advises,
I know! Leave me depressed
For these “no matter seconds”,
Stop talking! I’m in tea…
20/12/2014
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=545468
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