Lemon TeaA 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.
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Added on April 4, 2017 Last Updated on April 4, 2017 Authormae23NYAbout"My memories are the only places I'll ever see any of it again, and I wonder if this is what writers are supposed to do, rebuild places it in there minds - places long gone, places that disappear, and.. more..Writing
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