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Tea Time
Let me leave the fabric spinning off "social lubricant."
Or the amino acid that alters brain attention
the alert, attentive, calm, cumulative jubilant
I attain at a cup of tea is beyond all mention.
There's a thrill when shades spill from black to brown to red hallow
Or in gold, silver, or copper amalgamation gleam
My heart, mind, and face become a melodious mallow.
Vigorous and victorious, indeed, is my day's dream.
Accommodativeness and trustworthiness all arrive.
Creative performance with divergent thinking does thrive.
Efforts of honesty and hard work spin into a hive.
Wherein cooption and collaboration are alive
Indian, Italian, or Iranian, tea is tea.
All that matters is, in each one's tea, what one wants to see.
Copyright ©
Christuraj Alex
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