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~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Though glass, it is rimmed with gold around the cup, handle and even the saucer. Skilfully painted chrysanthemums   of various shades; the vermilion horizon, Spring's honey, songbird's magenta, sangria's fine wine, a parakeet's breast and the Aegean sea. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And then, there are three sightly tea caddies with lacquered wooden bodies; one rosewood with red dancing fans, one burr-oak with golden mountainous landscape and one maple wood with green bamboo. Ainhana gently removes each of their lids by using the cloth, and presents the pearls that were wrapped in sun-kissed foil. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ She first lifts the rosewood caddy towards me. I close my eyes and focus on the scent. Without peeling back the foil, I know. It takes me to the far distant Province of Yunnan, past the snow-kissed mountains and rice terraces to a very still lake. I noticed that it began to bubble before a large splash rose. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ At that moment, I meet the lake's Guardian, the Imperial Wingless Dragon of legend. With its wet emerald-kissed scales drinking the sunlight. It's great body now entwined in a wispy clouds as it stares at me with eyes of liquid moons. Its tail crowned with a peacock feathered eye-spot whips around in the air, leaving an iridescent trail of colours. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ With a great leap, he soars through the air, trumpeting his great roar that rattles the skies. Just as quickly as he rose, he descends down with a Pearl Moon in his brown claw. By the stroke of its sienna-brown whisker, the small Moon cracks, presenting me it's contents, a long kept secret. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ The pearls are the colour of seaweed with streaks of yellow and burnt umber. With earthy notes whirls around my nose, along with some floral sweetness, burnt caramel licks, dragon spice and a wisp of apricot. Ah, so I see! One great guarded secret that he reveals to me! His best pearls ferment in the womb of the Moons! Purified by the Star Virtues of Elysia's Harmony! ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Wonderfully rich Pu-erh Pearls,' I say, my eyes now open. 'My Lady's nose is as sharp as ever!' 'I just know my tea,' I chuckle, 'it's very unique in smell and taste.  I will save such fine broth for another day.' Ainhana nods, places on the tray and lift the burr-oak caddy. I close my eyes once again and my mind wanders yet again. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
~ ⚘⚪ Jasmine Pearls IV ⚪⚘ ~
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Though glass, it is rimmed with gold around the cup, handle and even the saucer. Skilfully painted chrysanthemums   of various shades; the vermilion horizon, Spring's honey, songbird's magenta, sangria's fine wine, a parakeet's breast and the Aegean sea. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And then, there are three sightly tea caddies with lacquered wooden bodies; one rosewood with red dancing fans, one burr-oak with golden mountainous landscape and one maple wood with green bamboo. Ainhana gently removes each of their lids by using the cloth, and presents the pearls that were wrapped in sun-kissed foil. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ She first lifts the rosewood caddy towards me. I close my eyes and focus on the scent. Without peeling back the foil, I know. It takes me to the far distant Province of Yunnan, past the snow-kissed mountains and rice terraces to a very still lake. I noticed that it began to bubble before a large splash rose. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ At that moment, I meet the lake's Guardian, the Imperial Wingless Dragon of legend. With its wet emerald-kissed scales drinking the sunlight. It's great body now entwined in a wispy clouds as it stares at me with eyes of liquid moons. Its tail crowned with a peacock feathered eye-spot whips around in the air, leaving an iridescent trail of colours. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ With a great leap, he soars through the air, trumpeting his great roar that rattles the skies. Just as quickly as he rose, he descends down with a Pearl Moon in his brown claw. By the stroke of its sienna-brown whisker, the small Moon cracks, presenting me it's contents, a long kept secret. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ The pearls are the colour of seaweed with streaks of yellow and burnt umber. With earthy notes whirls around my nose, along with some floral sweetness, burnt caramel licks, dragon spice and a wisp of apricot. Ah, so I see! One great guarded secret that he reveals to me! His best pearls ferment in the womb of the Moons! Purified by the Star Virtues of Elysia's Harmony! ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Wonderfully rich Pu-erh Pearls,' I say, my eyes now open. 'My Lady's nose is as sharp as ever!' 'I just know my tea,' I chuckle, 'it's very unique in smell and taste.  I will save such fine broth for another day.' Ainhana nods, places on the tray and lift the burr-oak caddy. I close my eyes once again and my mind wanders yet again. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And so the Pu'erh and Jasmine Lily pearls are covered, my attention on the Phoenix Eye pearls, and I peel back the foil of a small handful. Ainhana had carefully remove the infuser and I pour in the pearls, listening as they gently hit the glass. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ As soon as Ainhana places the infuser back in the tea *** I turn the sand-dial and watch the cream sands run, and the pearls steep. I dare not let it run for the full five minutes - I find the perfect brew is made in three. The pearls now unfurl, the green leaves now floating. The clear water turns into the colour of the finest champagne. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ After three minutes, Ainhara pours me a cup, the aroma itself puts me more at ease. 'Do not waste it,' I tell her, holding the handle and saucer. 'Such fine pearls can be steeped twice, and I will make sure that I treasure every single cup.' 'Yes, My Lady,' She says with a curtsy. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ With my eyes closed, I blow away some steam and proceed to sip short and brief. It is a pleasure that is most welcome, indeed! Teeming with the fires of the Phoenix itself and caressing my tongue with floral sweetness. A delicious moan escapes me as I relax in my Summer Throne. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ My breathing is calmed as I look at the horizon with redolent eyes. The choirs sing as I drink such fine ambrosia! By a cup of Pearls, mine own eyes feel inspired, as I think of the lovely vision that is the Phoenix that is born of the lotus. Adieu, stresses of Court! Adieu, plagues of doubt and anger! Thy Queen is now jocund dove. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Truly the finest Jasmine Pearls I've had in years!' I beam. 'Be sure to share this with my fellow Kings and Queens. Especially Queen Kim. In such a golden hour, we shall become Dream Children, to be lost in gardens of distant China.' 'Yes, My Queen.' Ainhara waves her hand, Semui and Ilazi now resume play. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ As I sip once again, the summer showers come. Lo! My gazebo glistens! Cleansed by the light, and life for my fields of my fair gardens. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ This blend cleanses the fire of my heart. This blend casts out sorrows for me to drink beauty. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ A  liquor the shade of champagne with the flames of life budding from a delicate flavour. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ The Phoenix merges with me, for I am the star of the morn that graces my Aurelinaea! ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Such a blend of elegance in my tongue, a heavenly euphony. How I'm forever in awe of the power of my Jasmine Pearls. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 7:49 AM UTC
~ ⚘⚪ Jasmine Pearls VI ⚪⚘ ~
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And so the Pu'erh and Jasmine Lily pearls are covered, my attention on the Phoenix Eye pearls, and I peel back the foil of a small handful. Ainhana had carefully remove the infuser and I pour in the pearls, listening as they gently hit the glass. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ As soon as Ainhana places the infuser back in the tea *** I turn the sand-dial and watch the cream sands run, and the pearls steep. I dare not let it run for the full five minutes - I find the perfect brew is made in three. The pearls now unfurl, the green leaves now floating. The clear water turns into the colour of the finest champagne. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ After three minutes, Ainhara pours me a cup, the aroma itself puts me more at ease. 'Do not waste it,' I tell her, holding the handle and saucer. 'Such fine pearls can be steeped twice, and I will make sure that I treasure every single cup.' 'Yes, My Lady,' She says with a curtsy. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ With my eyes closed, I blow away some steam and proceed to sip short and brief. It is a pleasure that is most welcome, indeed! Teeming with the fires of the Phoenix itself and caressing my tongue with floral sweetness. A delicious moan escapes me as I relax in my Summer Throne. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ My breathing is calmed as I look at the horizon with redolent eyes. The choirs sing as I drink such fine ambrosia! By a cup of Pearls, mine own eyes feel inspired, as I think of the lovely vision that is the Phoenix that is born of the lotus. Adieu, stresses of Court! Adieu, plagues of doubt and anger! Thy Queen is now jocund dove. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Truly the finest Jasmine Pearls I've had in years!' I beam. 'Be sure to share this with my fellow Kings and Queens. Especially Queen Kim. In such a golden hour, we shall become Dream Children, to be lost in gardens of distant China.' 'Yes, My Queen.' Ainhara waves her hand, Semui and Ilazi now resume play. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ As I sip once again, the summer showers come. Lo! My gazebo glistens! Cleansed by the light, and life for my fields of my fair gardens. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ This blend cleanses the fire of my heart. This blend casts out sorrows for me to drink beauty. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ A  liquor the shade of champagne with the flames of life budding from a delicate flavour. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ The Phoenix merges with me, for I am the star of the morn that graces my Aurelinaea! ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Such a blend of elegance in my tongue, a heavenly euphony. How I'm forever in awe of the power of my Jasmine Pearls. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ I am taken from Yunann to the coastal Province of Fujian, where boats sail fair as fishermen fish. I land by a pond with waters cascading down boulders and rocks as old as time itself. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ But even though there are trimmed and hale blades of green, there is a single flora, the corona of the water Not the chrysanthemum with its svelte, curling petals of the gelid transition from the crimson leaves of autumn kissed by the rathe winters. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Instead it is a single fuchsia lotus bud,a pristine and graceful soul unperturbed by murked waters. As I get a closer look, the lotus open slowly into full bloom and with it, the golden essence - ethereal, a star that throbs like a heaven's dream, and it appears - the phoenix. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Its plumage a brilliant shade of red-gold, and wings and long tail beset by iridescent streaks and jewels. Slim-legged, clawed feet of a deep azure and eyes, such a blight blue-green. Looking to the sky, it releases such a melodious cry and a star falls a throbbing silver-white. It glides to my hands and it is revealed, another glorious Pearl Moon. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ With a peck of its beak, the Moon cracks once more and my nose is besieged by leaf pellets scented o'er and o'er with fresh jasmine blossoms. Seaweed green with licks of marigold and shaped after the Phoenix's hot eye. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Unlike the Dragon's Pu'erh pearls, this aroma is dainty in its sweet floral with a kiss of green; I can taste the sugar! Velveteen on my tongue! A brew worthy of chosen Kings and Queens. I notice that the light of the Phoenix begins to fade. As our eyes meet, it cries once more, a sweet and happy cry born of Elysia, before it fades away in gust of wind. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ The lotus petals fall off and float, becoming soft rose-kissed boats; the leaves have yellowed, browned and wilted. All that remains is a dry stamens but I see that the ovaries are beginning to flourish... ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Ahh,' my eyes now open, dazed, 'The Phoenix Eye pearls. Such a fine golden liquor you will become!' Anihana smiles, 'Indeed, My Lady.' 'I assume the final batch is its twin sister?' 'Yes, My Lady. Jasmine, Green and Lily pearls.' Anihana places the burr-oak caddy down to grab the caddy maple-wood. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Each pearl, all laboured with love,' I coo. 'Such fresh tender herbs rolled into blessed pearls that are either fermented or sit with it's blossoming flowers for many days and nights. Cover the Pu'erh and the Jasmine Lily. I wish to be cleansed by the Phoenix Eyes.' 'Yes, Sweet Queen.' ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
~ ⚘⚪ Jasmine Pearls V ⚪⚘ ~
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ I am taken from Yunann to the coastal Province of Fujian, where boats sail fair as fishermen fish. I land by a pond with waters cascading down boulders and rocks as old as time itself. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ But even though there are trimmed and hale blades of green, there is a single flora, the corona of the water Not the chrysanthemum with its svelte, curling petals of the gelid transition from the crimson leaves of autumn kissed by the rathe winters. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Instead it is a single fuchsia lotus bud,a pristine and graceful soul unperturbed by murked waters. As I get a closer look, the lotus open slowly into full bloom and with it, the golden essence - ethereal, a star that throbs like a heaven's dream, and it appears - the phoenix. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Its plumage a brilliant shade of red-gold, and wings and long tail beset by iridescent streaks and jewels. Slim-legged, clawed feet of a deep azure and eyes, such a blight blue-green. Looking to the sky, it releases such a melodious cry and a star falls a throbbing silver-white. It glides to my hands and it is revealed, another glorious Pearl Moon. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ With a peck of its beak, the Moon cracks once more and my nose is besieged by leaf pellets scented o'er and o'er with fresh jasmine blossoms. Seaweed green with licks of marigold and shaped after the Phoenix's hot eye. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Unlike the Dragon's Pu'erh pearls, this aroma is dainty in its sweet floral with a kiss of green; I can taste the sugar! Velveteen on my tongue! A brew worthy of chosen Kings and Queens. I notice that the light of the Phoenix begins to fade. As our eyes meet, it cries once more, a sweet and happy cry born of Elysia, before it fades away in gust of wind. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ The lotus petals fall off and float, becoming soft rose-kissed boats; the leaves have yellowed, browned and wilted. All that remains is a dry stamens but I see that the ovaries are beginning to flourish... ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Ahh,' my eyes now open, dazed, 'The Phoenix Eye pearls. Such a fine golden liquor you will become!' Anihana smiles, 'Indeed, My Lady.' 'I assume the final batch is its twin sister?' 'Yes, My Lady. Jasmine, Green and Lily pearls.' Anihana places the burr-oak caddy down to grab the caddy maple-wood. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Each pearl, all laboured with love,' I coo. 'Such fresh tender herbs rolled into blessed pearls that are either fermented or sit with it's blossoming flowers for many days and nights. Cover the Pu'erh and the Jasmine Lily. I wish to be cleansed by the Phoenix Eyes.' 'Yes, Sweet Queen.' ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Yet, I admit, feel a tad uninspired. So I gently wave my hand towards two handmaids. Essha, a musician uses her nimble fingers to play the Harp with other, Semui who plays the flute, together creating a true aurelian tune. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ There is so much ahead that my eyes can see. Rings of still, clear waters around the green hills of near and far. Guards patrolling the high walls of my borders, Knights riding horses into my people's town. How it warms me to see them all smiling and laughing, going about their daily business. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ A brethren of sweet lilies in the vase shyly bob their heads, pouting their rosy lips which I gently stroke. Violets coiled around the bare feet of the caryatids, and pots of bluebells and dahlias by my own slippered feet. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ My star-kissed diadem, though resting on my curls, is caressed by the light as I turn my face towards the horizon. Deer dance in the shade of pure green, leaping over the silver streams, that murmur tales and secrets they hold within. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And by the docks of my Aurelinaea, are many argosies with wooden bellies and creamy sails with many imports; of silks and velvets, satins and eiderdown; apricots and apples, plums and peaches, honeys, jams, syrups and jellies from fruits and flowers to heaps of sugars and spices, make-up, jewels, flower-bulbs and perfumes. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And my personal favourites - a great assemblage of teas; herbal and cream, drinks and oils as well as an assortment of old tomes, Analects and books. I have a dream that mine own library would rival the fabled one of the once great Alexandria. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
~ ⚘⚪ Jasmine Pearls II ⚪⚘ ~
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Yet, I admit, feel a tad uninspired. So I gently wave my hand towards two handmaids. Essha, a musician uses her nimble fingers to play the Harp with other, Semui who plays the flute, together creating a true aurelian tune. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ There is so much ahead that my eyes can see. Rings of still, clear waters around the green hills of near and far. Guards patrolling the high walls of my borders, Knights riding horses into my people's town. How it warms me to see them all smiling and laughing, going about their daily business. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ A brethren of sweet lilies in the vase shyly bob their heads, pouting their rosy lips which I gently stroke. Violets coiled around the bare feet of the caryatids, and pots of bluebells and dahlias by my own slippered feet. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ My star-kissed diadem, though resting on my curls, is caressed by the light as I turn my face towards the horizon. Deer dance in the shade of pure green, leaping over the silver streams, that murmur tales and secrets they hold within. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And by the docks of my Aurelinaea, are many argosies with wooden bellies and creamy sails with many imports; of silks and velvets, satins and eiderdown; apricots and apples, plums and peaches, honeys, jams, syrups and jellies from fruits and flowers to heaps of sugars and spices, make-up, jewels, flower-bulbs and perfumes. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And my personal favourites - a great assemblage of teas; herbal and cream, drinks and oils as well as an assortment of old tomes, Analects and books. I have a dream that mine own library would rival the fabled one of the once great Alexandria. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ But I am relieved. Not being confined in bright velvets of the West, or shimmering silks of the East. Each hand-stitched with animals and flowers, crystals and furs, with gold and silver to parade around in Court. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ I find far more splendour in a simple iris-purple kimono-robe, lightweight, silk-satin and printed with lilies with a pink silk trim. It strokes my ankles, and the sleeves, they billow; the sash firmly fastened around my waist. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ My handmaid, Ilazi, presents a gilded bowl with the purest form of fruits - the ones that were rain-washed. I have a variety to choose from - strawberries, blueberries, peaches, green, red and black grapes which I pick and nibble on. Hmm, a succulent balance of sweetness and **** ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And then my senior handmaid, Anihana, arrives with a tray in hand, clearly made from stainless steel with rose-gold accents. 'Sweet Queen,' says she. At the wave of my hand, the music stops. 'Forgive me for keeping you waiting. I know how particular you are with your pearls so I narrowed them to your favourite three choices.' ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Thank you,' I say and as I lean up, she presents three cream-hued scrolls. 'Lists,' says she, 'of all the ship's inventory. Would you like to inspect them, my lady?' 'I will after some tea, Ainhana, thank you.' ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Anihana nods and moves by my side as my eyes fall on the tray's contents. A small silver five-minute sand-timer, a glass teapot with bamboo handle, an infuser and steel lid half filled with hot water; steam dancing out of the spout. Then, a lovely glass teacup, one of the most beautiful I've seen yet. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
~ ⚘⚪ Jasmine Pearls III ⚪⚘ ~
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ But I am relieved. Not being confined in bright velvets of the West, or shimmering silks of the East. Each hand-stitched with animals and flowers, crystals and furs, with gold and silver to parade around in Court. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ I find far more splendour in a simple iris-purple kimono-robe, lightweight, silk-satin and printed with lilies with a pink silk trim. It strokes my ankles, and the sleeves, they billow; the sash firmly fastened around my waist. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ My handmaid, Ilazi, presents a gilded bowl with the purest form of fruits - the ones that were rain-washed. I have a variety to choose from - strawberries, blueberries, peaches, green, red and black grapes which I pick and nibble on. Hmm, a succulent balance of sweetness and **** ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ And then my senior handmaid, Anihana, arrives with a tray in hand, clearly made from stainless steel with rose-gold accents. 'Sweet Queen,' says she. At the wave of my hand, the music stops. 'Forgive me for keeping you waiting. I know how particular you are with your pearls so I narrowed them to your favourite three choices.' ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ 'Thank you,' I say and as I lean up, she presents three cream-hued scrolls. 'Lists,' says she, 'of all the ship's inventory. Would you like to inspect them, my lady?' 'I will after some tea, Ainhana, thank you.' ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Anihana nods and moves by my side as my eyes fall on the tray's contents. A small silver five-minute sand-timer, a glass teapot with bamboo handle, an infuser and steel lid half filled with hot water; steam dancing out of the spout. Then, a lovely glass teacup, one of the most beautiful I've seen yet. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ After days of long studies comes the days of rest. My violet dreams were slumber-soft filled with lucent lilies of curling flames born of ever colour known and unknown. And I stood in awe of them as my fears fall back and cower in the shades of my mind. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ I muse at how quickly my body relaxed. Due to my marjoram'd pillows and sheets of pure silk and eiderdown? Or due to the sips of the lavender tea in my in my teacup decorated with a butterfly motif? ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ I remember the sips in fours as I blew the steam from my cup; The first sip balmed my lips. The second soothed my throat. The third lulled my thoughts. The fourth stilled my soul. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Though the tea, the pillow and sheets were had a hand in my nightly rest, the real answer is on my brow - for it was when the night's cool air blew, and where you placed your sweet Morphean kiss. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ With a smile, I wake. Sat on my golden summer throne located in my marble gazebo; a jewel in my private garden. With thin caryatid pillars, draped in fine doric chitons encircling me. Their sculpted limbs hold up the frieze carved with acanthus that has a stained glass top of peacocks and stargazers. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ The sheer curtains billow when the eastern winds blow. By me, a gold side table with a mirrored top supported by three Greek key legs. A pewter quill pen with a steel nib and violet feather rests by its clay inkpot; both beside a silver sinuous nouveau vase and a small stack of poetry books of black leather and gilt. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
~ ⚘⚪ Jasmine Pearls I ⚪⚘ ~
~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ After days of long studies comes the days of rest. My violet dreams were slumber-soft filled with lucent lilies of curling flames born of ever colour known and unknown. And I stood in awe of them as my fears fall back and cower in the shades of my mind. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ I muse at how quickly my body relaxed. Due to my marjoram'd pillows and sheets of pure silk and eiderdown? Or due to the sips of the lavender tea in my in my teacup decorated with a butterfly motif? ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ I remember the sips in fours as I blew the steam from my cup; The first sip balmed my lips. The second soothed my throat. The third lulled my thoughts. The fourth stilled my soul. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ Though the tea, the pillow and sheets were had a hand in my nightly rest, the real answer is on my brow - for it was when the night's cool air blew, and where you placed your sweet Morphean kiss. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ With a smile, I wake. Sat on my golden summer throne located in my marble gazebo; a jewel in my private garden. With thin caryatid pillars, draped in fine doric chitons encircling me. Their sculpted limbs hold up the frieze carved with acanthus that has a stained glass top of peacocks and stargazers. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~ The sheer curtains billow when the eastern winds blow. By me, a gold side table with a mirrored top supported by three Greek key legs. A pewter quill pen with a steel nib and violet feather rests by its clay inkpot; both beside a silver sinuous nouveau vase and a small stack of poetry books of black leather and gilt. ~ ⚘ ⚪ ⚘ ~
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