A slow and gentle awakening
As fragrant steam softy rises
Gently touching my face
In amber liquid endless reflections
Dreaming into the day
The first sip a benediction
Flavours burst across my tongue
Of long ago and far away
A world bounded by the china rim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The first sip a benediction. Rightly said.