Lemon Tea

Lemon Tea

A Poem by mae23

My teabag bleeds into the water as steam rises from my cup.
Color seeps into the water
dyeing the clear a brilliant red.
And as the drink becomes a work of art,
the teabag shrivels up,
having lost its essence.
The teabag has given its everything,
its life
to the water.
Expecting nothing in return.

© 2017 mae23


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Added on April 4, 2017
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mae23
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