AN EVENING CUP OF TEA

Who remembers the evening cup of tea, We used to sit on your balcony,
Watching the birds chirp and the droplets that fall are more precious than the money,
When we think about how our childhood passed so quickly,
how fast the world balances reality and virtuality,
You are sipping those essences too from the everyday tea,
When you see a raindrop falling from the sky onto your balcony ,
And suddenly it jumps into the plants you decorated,
But somehow you remember how your family used to share memories by sitting there and making jokes.
About the girls you have dated,
how you locked yourself in the room because you had Job's tears,
and how you pranked your father with fake glasses you bought from a fair,
And now you see things and the world so differently that you barely care,
But the evening cup of tea never wants you to forget the moments you had,
When you came home talking to yourself about how the teacher scolded you so badly,
And yet, thinking that everything changes in a short span of time,
Forgetting that sometimes something never changes, no matter how many years pass by,
Because you loved how it was before and you loved the essence of memories you discovered in your cup of tea,
And that's how you spend your evening cup of tea, remembering everything and cherishing the watching birds being so free.
So, how does your evening cup of tea look?

 

 

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