I yawn
When i’m bored
Not when i’m tired
I sleep then
I’ll only laugh when asked about favourites
Sometimes i drink tea
Not the milky white one
Neither the one without
Then, tea smells of the woods
And dew
And autumn beginnings
There are tremors
When i miss grandma
And think of smiles
That vanished with them who left
Some words stayed back though
And pages full of holes
Once called stars
A blank page full of them
In a tumbleweed jungle of pile
That pile, pile of dreams
Pile of childhood
Pile that we left behind
Pile called Rubbish now
Games of dream and lose
They play everyday
They work, fix things, get thrown, throw others
Play ball
Call it a day
Sleep
They drink coffee
Beer too
I drink coffee too
But i drink tea, sometimes
I told you
