The Story of a Teabag
You are simply stitched
folded, sealed
with slender tie
unremarkably hooked
You are dressed up
in silk, transparently
crisped
Your sheath is filled
with a mass of green leaves
porously and minutely mixed
into millions of health help
a single drink may reap.
The steaming hot pure
water waited to be poured
into a tiny colorful teacup
you unashamedly adored
It must be warm and toasty abode
to his spirit of yours
that wanders
from countless cry
to a numerous try
The hands gracefully
hold your lace
into the brimming fluidly
surface
Gently, you flap and plunge your case
As you open to the pace
these kind hands have possessed
They whisk you and dip you
into the unknown
Yet, you yield to the most
soothing zone
Of becoming stronger and bared
This beauty of yours that can never
be compared.
Copyright © Marites Responte | Year Posted 2013
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