Tea Time – Poetry from Sri Lanka

My feet stroll over the uneven brick filled streets.

I marvel at every uniquely placed and sized rectangle.
Smiles spread across my face as I become conscious of my wildly racing imagination.

You catch my eye, sipping your 3 o’clock sweetened tea. Gazing upon your world, as I absorb mine.

Your eyes hold images of unknown lands and your hands reveal the beauty of those they have touched.
Breath deep, for you do exist,
breath deep, for you are loved,
breath deep, as the warmth of your tea shall bring all that you ever longed for, into your soul.


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