And feeling an exceptionally
Deciduous phase
I peeled my skin
To other days
You were there
And I was too
In my flat
As winter grew
We had tea
On wooden chairs
Spoke in symbols
On two squares
You told a tale
Of another Sea
My presence pale
In poverty
The fruit on plates
Mocked farm hands
From the States
No foreign lands
The music calm
As I disrobe
On your palm
You spun the globe
Just a memory
All but lost
I’m brewing tea
In morning frost
And feeling an exceptionally
Deciduous phase
Pouring tea
As my pen strays
With fruit on plates
In poverty
Another now waits
To sip your tea
Sea Said 