The Gentle Whisper of Tea in the Quiet Morning Light

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In the soft embrace of dawn’s first light,
A gentle whisper calls, so sweet and bright.
Steam rises in spirals, a dance with the air,
As warmth and comfort banish every care.

Leaves unfurl their stories, ancient and wise,
Infusing life with tales under endless skies.
Each sip a journey, each cup a new song,
A moment of peace where the heart belongs.

In porcelain vessels, serenity found,
A quiet communion, where silence is sound.
The world slows its pace, just for a while,
In the gentle ritual of tea’s timeless style.

As day unfolds with its vibrant hue,
The soul finds solace in each golden brew.
With every cup, a promise to renew,
The simple joy of tea, forever true.

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