Sunday, February 13, 2011

When I drink the essence of tea
late at night alone
the taste is subtle
bitter sweet.

The leaves have played their final melody
the last lights of brewing
the water is tasty
refreshing my being.
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2 comments:

Lelia said...

Beautiful, thanks so much. My first memory of Cornwall was the traffic circle in either Truro or Redruth. My son and I went round a few times getting the feel for it.

February 19, 2011 at 1:08 PM
Jacob Ross Bodilly said...

excellent

February 20, 2011 at 10:46 AM

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