Poets -- Over A Cup Of Tea

Giggles defining a cordial indulgence,
Eyes gleaming with frenzied effulgence,
Sprinkling the beauteous expressions on paper,
Penning of sorrows and love, of sadists and makers,
Words and lyrics and verses and odes,
Croissant, donuts, tarts and phyllos,
Poetic hearts from farthest shores,
Or the splendid rhymer, staying next door,
I wish there was an elegiac spree,
When we all could meet over a cup of tea.....

Poem & Image (c) S.S



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