Tea is my elixir

Wed, 06/10/2015 - 17:22 -- meowlli

Tea is my elixir,
from petals,
to branches,
to roots.
Discovering new tastes,
a delightful scent.
Tepid smell;
the warmth of my soul:
poured in a lavender cup,
and spilled on my tongue.
I sensed variety of flavors
presumably from
the whole world.
I craved for the taste
of a real home.

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