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Waiting for myself At the evening tea While the s

Waiting for myself 
At the evening tea
While the spirits 
Cannot find me
Have gone to trace back 
In the memory lane
The shadows as if were seen
Pale, pensive as well as keen
Like the demeanor of the waning moon
And even its tail was lost soon
As the vapours of the cup
Sip by sip it risen up
While the skies look all amazed
A puff of steam has effaced
The distance of unfathomable suit
And the aroma of sunny persuit
Took my langour at its boot
To search inwards about the roots
Moon was blazzen with more light
To me sitting happily at my side
Next time when you hold the cup
See the miracle while it's sup

 #toyou #miracolas #yqmirage #yqme #theminingmoon #eveningcup
Waiting for myself 
At the evening tea
While the spirits 
Cannot find me
Have gone to trace back 
In the memory lane
The shadows as if were seen
Pale, pensive as well as keen
Like the demeanor of the waning moon
And even its tail was lost soon
As the vapours of the cup
Sip by sip it risen up
While the skies look all amazed
A puff of steam has effaced
The distance of unfathomable suit
And the aroma of sunny persuit
Took my langour at its boot
To search inwards about the roots
Moon was blazzen with more light
To me sitting happily at my side
Next time when you hold the cup
See the miracle while it's sup

 #toyou #miracolas #yqmirage #yqme #theminingmoon #eveningcup