Poetry Mondays – A Poem for Tea.

Something a little different this week.

Just add cake! 

A Poem for Tea.

 

When the world is all at odds,

and the mind is all at sea.
Then cease the useless tedium,

and brew a cup of tea.
There is magic in its fragrance,

there is solace in its taste.
And the laden moments vanish,

somehow into space.
The world becomes a lovely thing,

there’s beauty as you’ll see.
All because you briefly stopped

to brew a cup of tea.

 

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