Wind whistles down
the chimney. The teapot sighs,
expelling its red stream.
The summer storm is building
black mountains on the bronze-washed sky.
Cup clinks on saucer;
the chimney. The teapot sighs,
expelling its red stream.
The summer storm is building
black mountains on the bronze-washed sky.
Cup clinks on saucer;
waiting for the rain.
Sweat stands on skin.
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