Upon the kettle’s gentle, tuned embrace,
A dance begins where water meets the flame;
The soothing sound, a melody of grace,
Invites the day to shed its weary claim.
With measured leaves, both fragrant and divine,
A ritual unfolds as my senses wake;
Each step precise, as clock’s hands intertwine,
In steam’s warm breath, the morning’s peace I take.
The warmth cascades through fingers, soft yet bold,
As swirling steam ascends to greet the light;
In every sip, a tale of joy retold,
A fleeting moment, turning pure delight.
Thus, tea prepares my heart for what may be,
A brew of hope, sweet solace, setting free.
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