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Poetry: The Sun's Tea
by Erin Yoo
Sun-kissed Palms- A Blurry Summer Day
photographed by Maric C.
The Sun's Tea
Erin Yoo
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It’s ever so fitting
When the sun makes its own tea
I feel blinded under the coarse screen
It’s almost like a fantastical reality
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What does that mean though?
With a sprightly lead door
A couple of inches away, but nonetheless away
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Why?
Can’t even tamed birds sing?
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