8 August 2012
And together its parents blend. Realising children into the air. Cold surface of the porcelain cup And boiling hot water, What a pair! Two simple ingredients together. Creating a small show of things. And as I thumb the ring of the cup. Warm pleasantries the steam brings. For hours I could sit there, And watch it dance it's show. But as I drink away it's contents, The dances begin to slow. Though I never miss them Knowing they'll be another hundred more. Because when I brew another tea A different tea-m will take the floor.
©Odd -Inspired by a late night brewing session under the influence of far to much vodka that a 5ft girl can't handle. Haha. Enjoy.-
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