Wet

By Hana Aina

This afternoon
high clouds in the sky
reminds me of sprinkling of snow
when cold pierced bone, petrified
you serve in a cloud of warmth affection
ah, the pitcher was still there
that drain into my cup of tea tasty
I waited, the sweetness back
gulped esophagus
:wet

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Hana Aina. The young girl, who loved poetry. She often wrote poems on social networking sites facebook.