Snow buds haunt through spring
After spring petals perished
Silver needle through her death
at a Southeast province
Swirling mist in the raven cup
Light elegance consumed
By a Dragon's grace
Beneath zen temples
Organic oxygen departs
Zooming zest kissed the arts
Juicy fruits fill the part
What sets it apart from the other teas
The Pomegranate's pal
The fertility booster
Helps the curves in line
With its honey notes
A Lemon's lover
The soul cleanser
Keeps the skin smooth
With it’s youthful prospects
That Mountain's mother
And hill’s grandmother
Keeps the heart warm
With it’s medicine
Her Raspberry's rabbit
Hopping the fields
Keeps the mind sharp
With it’s pure caffeine
It's called white peony
They simply white tea
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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