20 April 2012
I look at my mug, And it's empty. I think, How could such a thing happen to me?
I boil some water, While thinking things through. Pour over the water, And let the bag stew.
Now that I'm closer, To my favourite brew. I can get back to the things, That I need to do.
A small splash of milk, Just for some colour. There are other drinks, But I don't want another.
Savour the taste, Savour the heat. A freshly brewed tea, Sure is a treat.
Tea • Opuss № I