Tea
That friend beside you,
Present
That your troubles might fade
Away.
Or to be drowned,
In milk-soaked infusion
So warmly comforting and -
Gurgled down,
takes with it:
Worries, sadness, all
But left be only tea leaves
At the bottom,
Of the cup
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Seven Quiet Places (Collected Short Works)
General FictionTo smile And twirl Wrap yourself In the colours Of the day The pinkie clouds And bright, bright blues Of morning sky