I am a cup, so small and round,
With a heart of porcelain, smooth and sound.
I dream of mornings, crisp and bright,
Filled with sunshine, warm and light.
My greatest wish, a gentle hand,
To cradle me across the land.
A steaming hug, a fragrant kiss,
Of tea leaves dancing, sweet as bliss.
I long to hear the kettle's sigh,
As whispers turn to bubbles high.
A splash of milk, a swirl of spoon,
A melody to chase the moon.
Then lips so soft will meet my rim,
And share the warmth, a tender hymn.
Each sip a secret story told,
Of dreams and comfort, new and old.
Though I am silent, made of clay,
A world of joy within me lays.
For in this cup, hearts find their rest,
With every sip, truly blessed.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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Comments (1)
😋😋😋 A cup of tea but not just the tea, a CUP waiting for its KISS - WOW, loved it.