Tea Leaf Readings
I have a cup full of tea leaves
that my story, it is suppose to
hold.
I don't know if I believe this
but the cup is lovely enough
I should at least listen as it is
told.
Gripped tightly the handle was
as it was spun around.
Stopping on a drip as the tea
leaves settle without ever the
slightest sound.
Lovely scent of tea is in the air
and even though the aroma is
sweet. I am wondering what is
written in there.
A heavy question stayed in tow.
Should I stay? or Should I go?
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2016
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