My chalice of tranquility breaths steam,

    the aroma penetrates the atmosphere and I am filled with serenity. 

Petite, dehydrated blossoms waltz in the translucent, tan sea. 

It is tea that soothes my worrisome mind. 


The graphite etched onto my paper, constructing a symphony of the day's emotions, 

    creating stanzas. 

Emptying my heart onto thin sheets, to strenghthen my soul

and brighten my day. 

It is writing that liberates my innermost strifes, 

    and ascends me from despair. 


And ascending from despair, I rest, pencil in hand, the warmth of tea, 

    with a smile on my face, 

          awaiting to take on the day. 


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