the tea
grows cold
as the night
wears on
waiting
for morning
one night
at a time
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the tea
grows cold
as the night
wears on
waiting
for morning
one night
at a time
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
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Leonard Durso 
Getting through them one at a time.
The only way it seems.
Never give up hope.
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One never should.
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Hello Leonard! I’m back home in Boston after two months in Bermuda with iffy internet connections. Had trouble posting and even more trouble reading. I must say, I’ve thought of you and your beloved Istanbul during these latests two bombings in Turkey. Especially the latest one in Taksim Square — I’ve been there several times. Hoping you are safe — and keeping your spirits up. Waiting for the peace we all hope comes to this world. Best wishes my friend….and I shall be back in tune with your writings again.
Thank you, Lillian. Glad to see you again. Personally, I would prefer Bermuda myself but am now in the process of leaving Istanbul and returning to the US. Time to be near aging family and friends before I lose any more. Will miss Istanbul but can always return for extended periods of time.
I hope it’s decaffeinated. 🙂 Lovely poem.
Thank you, Tosha. And the only fooling around I do with my coffee is to spike it with Bailey’s. My tea, though, I take straight.
You’re welcome. You know the only tea worth drinking is sweet and cold, right? 😉
You are referring to ice tea, I take it. But you know, even in hot weather, warm or hot tea can be more refreshing since it brings the body temperature up, and thus makes you feel cooler.
I know. However, as a Southern, I’m forced to have a certain allegiance to ice cold sweet tea. 🙂
Ah, geography does put a stamp on us. I, for instance, miss NY style pizza and Sabrett hot dogs. I adapt, of course, to wherever I am, but there are some things I find difficult to live without. So I understand and respect your allegiance to ice tea, cold & sweet, and I take it, from a previous post of yours, to grits.
I wish I could double-like. 🙂
Thanks, but I certainly appreciate the once.