It's not dawn
That morning
The reason..
snow rain
To that sun
Holding an umbrella
In light of that flaw
While not moving fast
The status quo is stagnant….
A cup of black tea is poured for the taste
That winter
in the morning
Insensibly dull….
+ Otteri Selva Kumar
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