Hidden by a foggy sunrise
Many swirls of mists
An old woman bent over
A kettle of bubbling buff fluid
Glass bangles on wrinkled wrists
An outstetched hand
Longing for warm fingertips
Circled around a chipped cup
A skinny dog with warm eyes
Wagging a Q shaped tail
Sitting on a bed of cold stubs
A couple on a motorbike
Squished together
Blowing heat into each other
An old man with a newspaper
With thick rimmed glasses
Laboured breaths, light as a feather
A winter morning, chilly, brutal
Huddled around the stall,
Strangers brought together by tea.
The woman,the dog
The beggar, the lovers
Oh what a rich tapestry!
Oh what a rich tapestry!
-Piyu
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