She looked –
As the sun merges slowly with the thin cloud
What would this morning brings, she thought.
Will it be better than yesterday?
Will it bring heartaches again?
She held the cup of almost tepid tea in her hands
Thinking of tomorrow.
The tea leaves have spread at the bottom of the cup.
And she wish she could read what’s written there.
She likes to believe happiness could be hers again.
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe in the future
She wish she could bring the smiles on her face again.
The tea leaves say,
Get up my child, dream on.
Dreams And Escapes 