Raindrops that hit the ground in the parking lot
Then came the hot tea that melts in my throat
the warmth that it leaves behind
resonate with everything else that is in sight
Come quickly O my honey
Melt yourself in the stirring of this tea
Drink up like a flood
That covers the oceans of reminiscence
No. I am not longing.
and i am not hoping.
If you come again, i won't be here
Just let the honey melt forever
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