Mug Of TeaA Poem by The Lark
I pour myself a mug of tea - A dozy habit borne From all the early evening hours Until the early morn’. I pour another mug of tea To feel it softly sweet, A taste that makes the creeping cold And emptiness retreat. I pour another mug of tea Though hardly now aware, To press its warmth against my cheek And dream someone is there. I’ve poured so many mugs of tea, The number's now unknown, But all, they fail to truly fill For all I drink alone.
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5 Reviews Added on October 16, 2009 Last Updated on January 2, 2011 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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