one day

the labyrinth of city life 

would no more bother you

and the barbed wires 

would no more define your limits

I am an assortment

Of fragrant leaves

Of a mixed kind

You are a bubbly chaos

Laden in turmoil

Clear and wild

I will rush into your veins

Mix into your white

I am a teabag

You are water

I will leave you

Tinted and stronger

Micron pen drawing