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Drinking tea
With the taste of cinnamon and apple
How sweet!
It’s a pity we didn’t in our rational life
Meet
Maybe in our irrational one
Forever
We will drink it
Together
My cup of tea
In reddish steam
Your glass of vine
With a cigarette beam
My dream is jumping away
Like a frog
Disappearing
In the morning fog
február 2008
