Tea in a Thunderstorm
A clink of porcelain, steam in the windowpane— outside, the sky tears pages from its gray notebook.
By Mr AliPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
Tea in a Thunderstorm
Inside,
we sip storms in tiny cups,
and pretend
the thunder doesn’t remember our names.
About the Creator
Mr Ali
Hello EveryOne..!!
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