I Drink My Tea on Houmless Pastt's Grave by Lora-I
2:29 AM

I sip my tea made of tree leaves
where my friend's soul calmly breathes
I hear how the lush grass slowly grows
out of the ashen skin of my friend's toes
I tear petals under the mourning shade
beneath my feet lies a crumpled crape
I rise my hand to catch the silent winds
Houmless Pastt sleeps in greyish tints
we both gaze at the deep purple skies
sun weaves rays above his empty eyes
into my ears the pregnant soil breathes
there I sip my tea made of leaves.


Homeless, A Home Less



tea with sugar gives me the cramps