Tea has found a time for me
In the first hours of the day
A thought-appealing guarantee
In streams of steam’s placating sway
I serenely sit reflecting how
The wistful tea is made to blend
A promise full of mistiness
We in togetherness transcend
Whether teapot brewed and strained
Or a teabag dressed to press
Teatime’s quietude infused
Unforeseen not second-guessed
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