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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Sunday, September 20, 2009
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