Tea cloud

 

 

Rain cloud in my tea

sky horizon blue.

 

Condensation clogs

trees bathed in dawn’s soft glow

 

I learn to breathe

each moment’s epiphany.

 

Rain cloud in my tea

mixed with thick black ink

 

words paint  empty page

& this is all I have,

 

a freedom to believe.

 

Rose crystal on the sill

pumping beating rhyme

 

Rain cloud in my tea

will you breathe with me.?

 

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