sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Friday, November 11, 2011
bitter tea
i rose before daylight
waited patiently with hot
cup of jasmine tea in hands
then finally the first golden
gingko leaf tumbled down
onto damp mossy flagstone
my autumn is here as
bitter tea hits my palate
11.11.11
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