Our Kiss is the Tea Leaf

Our kiss is the tea leaf brewed in monsoon air,

A moment froze in time, our lips made a rhyme

A wish slipped from a shooting star.

 

Our kiss grew  like the tea leaf

Glowing green when we were too late to be young.

I died in me with every touch

The kiss gave birth to us again!

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