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Classic Adagio
It tea could breathe me a bouquet of pekoe
with a spiritual synthesis brushing,
of angels in airways dancing in shadows
on an easel of leaves in Gum Arabic,
of a classic Adagio
in nature's nomenclature.
Shedding the dark webs of my poetic verses,
of silence steeping, witnessing the dawn,
wafting an aura of singing winds
of herbal blends and colorful teas,
with a spiritual synthesis brushing,
of a classic Adagio
with a spiritual synthesis brushing,
of angels in airways dancing in shadows
on an easel of leaves in Gum Arabic,
of a classic Adagio
in nature's nomenclature.
Shedding the dark webs of my poetic verses,
of silence steeping, witnessing the dawn,
wafting an aura of singing winds
of herbal blends and colorful teas,
with a spiritual synthesis brushing,
of a classic Adagio
Published 6th Mar 2023
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