Sunday, July 26, 2020

Tea Cup

The droplets create cacophony unbearable;
Disturbing the pensive quiet of her pain.
A moment ago the room was full of human odours;
Now the silence of absence just roars.
The chaos to bid adieu was sought to fill this gap awkward; 
The dirty tea cups decide never to let out the tales they overheard. 
The amber western sky paints the heart grey;
Existing outside and beyond them, to silence I have fallen prey.

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