Music still playing
after hours of respite,
singing of heart-pain.
On my journey home,
travelling into a storm,
lightning strikes ahead.
Drinking bitter tea,
red lipstick on the cup's edge
--people passing by.
Drinking hot coffee,
she leaves lip marks on the cup
--the sky is cloudy.
On this sultry night,
the air weighs down heavily
in this heart of mine.
Sipping lukewarm tea,
a single candle dying
on the window sill.
This summer evening,
even insects are crying
--my sleeves dark with tears.
On this summer's eve
a deer solemnly barks out,
lonely for its mate.
Leaves are rustling
outside the open windows
--scorching summer wind.
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