Sunday, 6 September 2009


I watched
As the honey trickle down slowly
And into the tea
Wondering how this will end
I didn't want to spill it over the container while trying to stop it
But at some point it has to stop

The flow broke
And the honey retreated in a backward motion
Smoothly as it came
Then to myself I said,
"what comes must surely go"
The question is: when and how?

But it's never always as smooth as the honey
Only if one is fortunate.

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