My former wound is quietened..., by Lyuba Coffey My former wound is quietened — /
The drunk delirium is not eating my heart. /
With the blue flowers of Tegeran /
I'm healing them in the chaihan...
On my heart’s blood drink is no more feeding..., by Peter Tempest On my heart’s blood drink is no more feeding, /
Those old fears of mine I now can calm. /
To a teahouse I have come to heal them /
With the dark...