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Poem No.149

POEM TITLE The Color Of Tea At The Blackness On Sea


POEM They say water is colorless or rather should be

A conclusion to peace?

For we drink more than we paint


Now to the color of tea

A mystery stares at me

Water became the candle

And tea became the water

Coming through the candle

Soiling it with beauty

Like stained glass,

masking meek waters

Like stained glass,

portraying glorious waters


The other time I asked

If fishes have blood

Why do they not paint the waters


Is honey the brown of gold

My buds never asked me

I’m not asking either

Whatever it may be

At the Lobster Pot

I see beyond the color of tea

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