the wilted jasmine petal
that fragrances a cup of tea
is a creased truth
that powder cannot cover.
a sadness behind the half lids,
and in the parted lips
that once sat spread on straw.
the smile that cannot be gauzed enough
for human eyes to focus.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
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