Philosophy Of “tea”

Philosophy Of tea short poem

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Tea welcomes in the morning
the senses start awakening

Tea carries a subtle charm
the very nature of tea is harmony

Tea has properties to invigorate
among its other refreshing traits

Some teas feature a grassy note
of the order of tea much is wrote

Other teas taste a bit malty
an irresistible toasty, sweet quality

The traditional tea service is the “Art of Life”
with its polished etiquette learned by each wife

The power in this liquid of golden amber
hailed by many to be a cup of treasure

This enchanting potion is delicate, yet bold
it can be enjoyed steaming hot or iced cold

Tea calms away all the stresses in sight
it will bring solace to a sleepless midnight

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Zaynub Elshamy

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I've come to write poetry quite late in live actually, but now I seem to have words and rhyme flow from my fingertips. I can write everyday and feel inspired by comments to push myself to try different forms and styles and not just write out one type of poem.More an eclectic bunch I would say, almost always with a positive groove!!
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