My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.

Tea

Rain is falling,

sitting by the window,

a pot of tea,

scented memories,

forgotten and refurbished,

rain falling tiredly,

old tea,

the fragrance,

and the bitterness,

the vapor fragrant,

while the heart of tea,

bitter.

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