Tea, dark and strong,
bearing a type of beauty
in its shadowy depths.
My jaded spirit rises
on wisps of steam.
I feel the Leonora of my spirit,
right, faithful and true,
not some sleepy sprite,
but a song of focused certainty
leaking out of my brain
one word, one line at a time.
Sharon Vander Meer 
Absolutely lovely!
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Thank you! Kind of you to say.
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Very nice. I like your way with words, phrases and expressions.
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