High Tea ___ {english}
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The invitation for that late afternoon
Caught you by surprise and you made yourself go
Unwillingly.
You had figured a high tea with a muffled
Fragrance of butter and jasmine, edgy
Smiles of courtesy and glances done up of
Trivial curiosity, under an
Unlikely neon light.
Actually, you were greeted by a different atmosphere
In the boudoir –adorned with lightweight stucco work
Floating on the domed ceiling–
A breath of the same color orange
Considerately withered as the
Sunset.
Yet, with the same insubstantiality as that.
Bu şiiri puanla
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