My cup of tea is steeped in deepest lore,From olden times in lost, exotic lands –The stuff of ardent scenes since days of yore.I hold
Category: Poetry
Perfection, what is thy name?Embodied as a decree!Conceived above any blameIs this picture of beauty! In form of snow-pure rabbit.Gentle child of innocence,Clothed in angel-knit
Child of earth, cultivator of the field,Kneeling in worship on the garden floor,Immeasurable by words is your yield –The nature of the nature you adore.With