In a porcelain embrace, it lies,
A gentle brew beneath the skies.
Whispers of herbs, a fragrant stream,
A liquid warmth, a waking dream.
From leaf to cup, a journey steeped,
In quiet moments, solace keeps.
Tea, a balm for weary hearts,
A simple joy, where peace imparts.
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over 1 year ago