Jasmine tea,
sweet
in the bowl. Its’ aroma
drifts across the table
to where you sit perusing
the morning paper, the
samurai
hidden beneath reading
glasses and the passage
of night.
At the clink of the cup
in its’ saucer, your eyes
lift to meet mine. We share
a smile
as our day begins, the
essence of the night
between us,
ours alone.
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Very pretty poem with lovely imagery, zouxzoux.
Pamela
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This is a truly tender, yet strongly beautiful poem.
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I’m first to remember the quiet moments first.
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You have captured a beautiful moment. Love your style!
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Thanks, y’all. The quiet moments are the best. I’m glad you liked this.
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