My poem

[Tananeko]

Hello.My name is TANANEKO.This is my first post a mail.Please give me your advice.

After tea

At the museum's cafe.
I watch
The empty tea cup.

Stay,
A sweet smell
From the royal milk tea
Tells me.

Seeing:
A scared man,
In the bottom of the tea cup.

what's his fear?
The past?
The future?

He fights
What he doesn't see.
The years are long.
Long enough.

His right;
The value of suffering.
His lonely lonely hurt heart.
Is free.

[curmudgeon]

Very good, if a bit melancholy. Keep taking the medication

[JSmiley]

Yes, it is a little sad , do you write happy stuff as well?

obviously youve worked hard on this one, it looks pretty polished!

[Gee]

I like it.
Like a fortune-teller reading in tea leaves, you read the humanity fate in the bottom of your emptied glass.
What is said cannot be said but as all has been consummated.
Did the man or woman work hard in a labor camp, in a Chinese factory, on the cotton fields or in the housekeeping chores, therefore are their minds relieved, therefore is their horizon hopeful, for their inner space is sacred, it can’t be harmed, there blossoms their freedom hidden from anyone.
Wasting one’s life at loafing about amid gilts and pleasures, at telling nice little babbles, that’s just worthless. It leaves the soul with nauseous emptiness.
I like your poem.
It is no sad, it is great and bright.
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Just be more careful about form.
Your poem is worthwhile working on, it could put up with more polishing.
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(sorry for possible writing mistakes)