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Sunday, September 20, 2009


Grey clouds froth
Atop a lavender sky

Mother Nature’s tea steeps...

Flavored with a setting sun
Squeezed by the hand of twilight

Weariness rests with a cup
Cradled in her hands

Soothing her troubles
Are the calming colors of chamomile

Seeping into her soul
Is the aroma of life.

“Tea Time”

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