Cup Of Solace Poem by Parvati Pradnya

Cup Of Solace



I caught the moon in a teacup,
now it's gone all cold
Jasmine - the scent lingers,
flavour not too bold
Withered leaves now sink unfurled,
no secrets to withhold
So I brew and brew and brew and brew,
until I am too old

[June 01,2020]

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This poem is inspired by, and dedicated to Uncle Iroh from Avatar: The Last Airbender
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