You Can'T Hurry Taste
Dragon tea with just the right amount of spice
sipped slowly by the sifting of the hourglass
each flavor is a burst on my tongue, how nice
to be able to enjoy this brew of muted brass
With a glass mug the color of emerald gleam
I can easily sit and day dream all day
giving my frazzled nerves a break I redeem
myself, as I drink leisurely at bay
Its Chai with a tidy bite of cinnamon and clove
as I sample at turtle pace I enjoy every bit
of this awesome refreshment, love, love, love
it, its my time out from the world as I know it
no greater pleasure than an afternoon of poetry
and a great cup of tea that you just can't hurry.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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