Your coming how a nice event
for an empty moment
pouring warmth full up
in an empty cup
Your smile as a fresh lemon slice 
placed beside a teacup 
raising beauty twice
ice melting in the eyes
instants were too strident
you told me be silent
drink my existence
bliss is just a fresh lemon slice                
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