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Darjeeling Tea

Storm is brewing outside, lightening striking the ground with burning white fingers. Demanding attention with crackling thunder sound. While inside past the rain stained window panes is brewing a pot of Darjeeling tea. Soothing is the golden liquid as it warms me from this dreary lonesome storm day. Clouds empting their tears in the streams of rain droplets. Reminds me of the snippets of memories of you. Sipping alone this cup of Darjeeling tea missing the one I call darling and a single tear splashes into the liquid brew. Echoes a silent thunder within my soul.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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