A smoky tea swirls,
curling steam, billowing out
from your favourite mug,
Orange. Like the leaves
curling in the earth, spackled
with morning’s glitter.
Sparks in the dusk, wisps
curling from the tip, your cloth
steeped, fathoms of warmth.
A smoky tea swirls,
curling steam, billowing out
from your favourite mug,
Orange. Like the leaves
curling in the earth, spackled
with morning’s glitter.
Sparks in the dusk, wisps
curling from the tip, your cloth
steeped, fathoms of warmth.
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