A simple tea in a large glass with smoke on top,
I think of you at first sip.
Just think, if it were to brew on the stove with the sweet smell of its fresh green leaves,
Maybe we could even make love...
In the heaven of dreams,
in the meadows of soft green grass that watch over us.
11.12 on a holiday morning in an old rag-doored cupboard...
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