Chamomile, soft and mild and
Soothing on my tongue,
Pleasing like a sweet spring breeze
And gentle as a hum.
Wild orange, citrus sweet;
I'm drinking up the sun.
**** and dancing on my lips;
Remaining once it's gone
Lotus blossom green- serene,
Tranquility and calm.
Revitalizing with each sip
And healing like a balm
Chai is cozy comfort cupped
Between my chilly hands.
Cinnamon, spice within its scent
Is anything but bland
"Zen" is short for lemongrass
With fleeting hints of mint.
Tastes that conjure memories
Of early summer wind.
I sipped my lonely way through five
Each one a different strain
Their flavors mingled with me as
I watched the falling rain.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Chamomile, soft and mild and
Soothing on my tongue,
Pleasing like a sweet spring breeze
And gentle as a hum.
Wild orange, citrus sweet;
I'm drinking up the sun.
**** and dancing on my lips;
Remaining once it's gone
Lotus blossom green- serene,
Tranquility and calm.
Revitalizing with each sip
And healing like a balm
Chai is cozy comfort cupped
Between my chilly hands.
Cinnamon, spice within its scent
Is anything but bland
"Zen" is short for lemongrass
With fleeting hints of mint.
Tastes that conjure memories
Of early summer wind.
I sipped my lonely way through five
Each one a different strain
Their flavors mingled with me as
I watched the falling rain.
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