Most of people likes sweet tea,
but I prefer the salty,
it had washed by mine tears,
I crying, over the tea, very often.
I'm used to endure my pain,
I don't ask her to withdraw.
Wait for relief, sometimes it's vain.
sip by sip tea came inward,
of my warm body, that was at once.
And now I have cool drink,
so I liked it. A hot tea, I think,
won't be able to melt cold ice.
I lay down on the pillow one,
embracing the other in sorrow,
I woke up, but again haven't cry,
just sun rising in the morning.
Maybe I, had retained my tears,
for a mug of a warm sweet tea.
Thinking of you, my eyes had closed,
one by one salty tear drops.
Tea And Tears - англ
© Copyright: Амори Кариньян, 2016
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