20. “The Taste of Tea”

20. “The Taste of Tea”

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Shivering, Niki stood, rain in her hair,
Soft little hiccups, a shy kind of care.
Seeing her drenched, in that silvery rain,
Nil’s feelings awakened more again.

“The last rain’s very first soft drop,
With you …the taste of tea, and a mist on top.

A tender strange mist in the air we both knew,
A quiet old magic, suddenly new.

Laughing clouds echo, filling the air,
Vines blush softly as you come near.

Our secret game of hide and seek,
Wet curls dancing, playful and meek.

With the rain, these heartbeats feel so true,
Smiles make them faster, beating for you.

Eye to eye, we slowly drift,
In clay-cup tea, the distances lift.

Two hearts, one beat, one breath we share,
In moments, we’re tied by a bond so rare.”

– Nil