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 & 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,
Your smile make them
fasterbeating 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