In the quiet of twilight’s embrace, Where shadows dance upon the walls, I sip from the cup of serenity, The elixir that soothes my restless soul.
The leaves unfurl, secrets whispered, A symphony of chamomile and lavender, Their fragrant notes weave a tapestry, Soft as moonlight on a tranquil sea.
Beneath the porcelain lid, magic stirs, Valerian dreams take flight, And lemon balm cradles my worries, As stars tiptoe across the indigo sky.
Each sip carries me to forgotten gardens, Where time slows, and worries fade, The Tea of Tranquility, a whispered promise, To find solace in the delicate unfurling of leaves.
So I sit, cup in hand, heart unburdened, As the world outside fades to mist, And in this quietude, I discover, That peace is but a sip away.
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