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My Mother Made Me Tea
The days where you can feel
the fragrance of the spring
sans the presence of the beast weather,
and the meadows that only joy brings.
It's not those days today,
it's just the existence that's barely alive.
walking from room to room,
in hopes to somewhere arrive.
When there seems no way around,
And nothing's going right.
my mother makes me tea,
And oh! there comes back life!
© Supriya Baranwal
the fragrance of the spring
sans the presence of the beast weather,
and the meadows that only joy brings.
It's not those days today,
it's just the existence that's barely alive.
walking from room to room,
in hopes to somewhere arrive.
When there seems no way around,
And nothing's going right.
my mother makes me tea,
And oh! there comes back life!
© Supriya Baranwal
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