soaking tea bag in the cup of hot water, imagine us catching the scented star, stirring inside with lemon-moon 'what if', honeying the sour source, longing to soar, finding a zest in every wee second, pulling the cover of cozy escape, witnessed a surreal scenery beckoned, - vanished in no time riding the wave... | |||
Wonderful & tranquil.
ReplyDeletethank you, Jyoti for your kind words, glad you enjoyed my poem!
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