a cup of red tea
how it twirls
and upon the aroma
of its bitter taste
life comes alive
like never before.
As i watch,
i indulge
i cherish
an afternoon
spent with red tea
and as i reflect
how lovely life is
and how passersby forgets it,
as they hurry onto their perfect lives.
i come across
this open life of roads
differing in length of time and place
crisscrossing
into an afternoon
spent with a cup of red tea.
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