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Poetry and Tea

Poetry By: Vanchez

Short poem I wrote a while back.

Submitted:Mar 9, 2012    Reads: 101    Comments: 52    Likes: 13   

Until seven o'clock
I was building a home -
building a home in me.
now, finally, I am tired:
Poetry and tea.

Now it is more like a sunset,
the final stage of a tragedy.
I run to my shelter
but it cannot remember me.
On the floor falls perfection,
a collection of war and insanity.
A path dividing a cosmic sea:

Poetry and tea.


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