A Cup Of Tea Poem by Hexaglonia Hanabusa

Dreams visit mortals still,
With each passing dream,
One awaits an old friend's visit,
To one's oyster of wonders,

Life is full of events indeed,
This one may not deny that,
One still attends a lot of matters,
But rests at times lest this one may end up as a dead doornail,

This one asks for thy wellbeing,
Aware of one's limit to only being a mortal,
This one always puts a heart on one's sleeve,
Solemnly waiting, with a cup of tea in one's hand,

Mortals fall into slumber and awake at day in an endless cycle of destinies,
They strive to survive today in hope of witnessing the day after,
Yet they forget the sole reason for their existence,
Seeking the truth of this life.