Turbid River Poet Free verse

Language of Tea

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A cup of tea ,
just like an ocean .
When I blow it softly ,
spary boils ,
hiding all  sadness.
Pervading in the room ,
the hot air ,
covers the dim future .
Just right ,
close eyes ,
to hear the spary blowing .

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Skat A November 18, 2015 at 11:32 AM Awesome poem. SKAT

Leo Larry Amadore March 31, 2015 at 4:28 PM Although, unlike Nigel, I do not "love" tea, I certainly like it a lot......I think I will prepare a cup now. Turbid River April 1, 2015 at 8:41 AM Drinking alone or together,both are nice experiences.I will have another cup.

Nigel Fox March 31, 2015 at 3:52 PM Oh how lovely ! I love tea ! a couple of years ago I went to a tea plantation in Kerala India ! So high up , away from the lowland heat so cool and wonderful! Oh tea ! Turbid River April 1, 2015 at 8:36 AM I love teavery much,expecially red tea,oolong,and Tie Guanyin.