Brown tea
There is a goodness that rises like
Sap in spring trees
In you and even
In me
Rising like salt tears
As something
Is wrenched and torn
By a glimpse of the pain
Behind your smile
It is there in the small things
The turning of tide of the day from
Broken ebb
To tip toe flow
And the alchemy
Of dark brown tea
Mixed in steaming water
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divine….beautiful ans insight….poem….
love all…..
It’s good…
Brown tea! when did you start making, accepting or drinking brown tea. Baby white tea only for you my friend!
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